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Where was I? I left off at Kenosha Pass, right?
The next day I enjoyed a great ride down the pass into a beautiful valley, where I got a massive plat eof biscuits and gravy for breakfast. I biked two more passes that day, Red Hill Pass and Trout Creek Pass, and ended the day in Nathrop when I was flagged down by a stranger. His name was Ken , and he wanted to know where I was from, and where I was going. He explained that he and his wife had doen a ton of touring themselves, and that he just had to know my story. He also offered give me a place to stay the night.
Ken, Jen, and their two little kids, molly and scout, were great. I stayed up late swapping stories with Ken and Jen, hearing about their exploits in Europe and all over the U.S., and getting ideas for the route ahead.

-I'm gonna go take a shower.