Not a chance. Here in fort collins, I woke up on my day off thinking I had slept late. So I got up and headed out for a morning run. I looked at my watch, and it was well before 6am. If it is like this here, I cant imagine what it will be like up in Alaska. Will I get any sleep?

No need for sleep anyway, because their is just too much to do. Last time I wrote to you, I was in Las Animas. That afternoon a storm rolled carrying a few tornadoes with it. I took shelter in the basement of a hotel. Good times. Pastor Dave Barabara took us all over to the first Baptist Church, where we split up to be housed by local families. Paul and I went to stay with Joe and Sarah Frausto because we heard that they were having ribs for dinner. Though dinner was excellent, getting to know the Frausto's was amazing. Joe helped us plan an excursion into the mountains from Pueblo to Colorado Springs. The night in pueblo, everyone was a-buzz, planning for this alternate route to Springs. I had the pleasure of seeing my cousin Jill who just moved to Co. CSU took great care of us by lining the way to our dorm with signs, one which read "Alaska is just arount the corner." Paul, Laura, John, and I woke up early with Skip and Cookies to head for the mountains. 11 hours later, we were 90 miles up the road and about 10,000 feet up. Victor, Co was the setting. It was a small mining town that brought with it its very own time: slow time. to be completed, got to go........ I am back. We got caught in that slow time. By the time John found pins in the antique store that read American Cancer Society Bike-a-thon and everyone stuffed themselves with pizza and coffee, it was too late to ride down the hill. What the hay, we already finished the hard part anyway, and it was time to go home. It is amazing how much can fit into and on top of a ford explorer: 6 people, 4 bikes, filming equipment, and all of our gear.

That night I passed out at a church in the Springs, too tired to even know where I was. The next day Abram and I drove the SAG up to denver. 105 is one of the most beautiful road I have ever driven down. At one point in the morning, I could see the blue sky over the mountains through the low lying clouds. This is one of those settings that pictures just cannot capture.