Day 2 - Sunday, June 24 – Wray CO to Steamboat Springs CO
I set my alarm for 5:30 AM
MST. Kathy woke up at 4:30 AM MST,
thinking it was 5:30 because her phone did not pick up the local time change,
where mine did. Not sure what happened
there. Anyway after tossing and turning
for around 40 minutes more, I got up and began the packing for this second
day. Around 6:00 AM, our neighbors in
the motel were getting ready to head out for work. One of the guys looked like he wasn’t too
happy about that, but I can understand why.
I wouldn’t want to be working on a Sunday either. The truck said ‘Mobile Home Installers’ and
as the story goes, there was understanding abounds. If you still need more information, it went
something like this. Skeery!
Foggy Start in Colorado |
But the idyllic ranches
along I-80 was a thing of Nebraska. I was in eastern Colorado now: the land of
factory farmed cows. Along my route down I-76 since entering Julesburg, I was
witnessing the monstrosity of the giant feedlots for what would be the first
time. I’d seen chicken and egg factory farms in Illinois, Iowa, other states,
and even Israel, but not these. Every dozen or less miles was
another concentration camp. I was driving about 72 miles per hour and it
would take me over a minute to pass up these bio-generators from end-to-end.
(Check out Google Maps: A mile and 15 miles north-east of Sterling. A mile from
the Brush Municipal Airport. A half-mile east of the Empire Reservoir.)
The largest of all was
not a filthy, ugly, barren dairy cow factory (with hundreds of “replacement calf”
shelters), but a “beef” feedlot–much like the one seen in the opening scene of Food Inc.–on US-32, one mile outside of Kersey. Google maps
confirmed my mental note that these were “mile-long factory farms.” The shit
lagoons alone were the size of city blocks in Chicago. From the satellite
image, the factory farm not only has more bovine inhabitants than the entire
population of humans in the town of it belongs to; it is also larger than the
entire down town area. A city within a city.
According to my friend in Greeley, the people (in general)
are quite proud of their agri-business. It’s not something to hide, but to
embrace as part of their identity. (The local roller derby team name is Slaughterhouse). This was
even the case several years ago, before legislation was passed banning the
burning of blood at rendering plants. The smell and toxins under the right (or
wrong) wind conditions could fill the city for days and even reach Fort
Collins, 20 miles to the northwest.
Big Thompson Road Nearing Estes Park |
Chilling Chipmunk |
Chipmunk saying 'Cheese!' |
Once done with lunch, we had a
little bit more left in us, so we headed towards Steamboat Springs. We got to a gas
station and began calling local hotels and motels for availability and
rates. After a few calls, Kathy landed a
couple rooms at the La
Quinta. 2 king beds for us, 1 king bed for Ronnie
and Theresa, and adjoining rooms. This
was probably going to be the best hotel of the trip for the price, since this
ski town is proud of their area and the hotels know it. $79 each room, plus tax – we thought we got a
great deal, since most were around $149 per room everywhere else! We had some beer at the hotel, enjoyed the
indoor pool and hot tub, then ordered dominoes pizza and hit the beds around
10:00 PM. Heck, John Wu, the front desk guy
even gave us bike rags to wipe our bikes off in the morning. What a nice gesture!
Other highlights:
·
National/State Parks: Rocky Mountain National Park; Roosevelt
National Forest; Routt
National Forest
·
Miles: ~ 350
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