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Published: June 30th 2017
Geo: 39.4817, -106.038
We were able to have a leisurely morning, as our stop for the day was the feed zone. We'd seen a finish (Telluride), a KOM (Cottonwood), we'd have 2 starts (Breckenridge and Golden), and a mountaintop finish (Flagstaff), so we thought this would be a good chance to catch our first ever feed zone.
Dejo had talked to the guys setting up the KOM arch the day before, and learned where the feed zone would be. When we found it, there was a large pullout, which made sense to us. We found a spot,and settled in to listen to the race coverage.
I managed to get enough spray chalk out of the cans to write "Nom Nom", but no more.
Dejo noticed some cars parked at the curve, just up the road, but we thought nothing of it.
As we listened to the race, we learned the Jens Voigt was not only in the breakaway (naturally), he was the breakaway. We went to take our places on the side of the road -- wondering where the team cars were -- and then it hit us. Those cars -- parked a good quarter-mile up the road -- were the feed cars.
So, as Jens came
by by himself, we ran alongside him, towards the feed cars.
The field was close behind, and we kept running toward the cars, but there were other people already in place there, and further up the road, so our chances of getting a musette or water bottle were pretty much shot.
We had thought that the feed zone indicated the start & end of where the riders needed to be done with their musettes. Rather, it seems that the zone indicates where the riders can take their musettes.
So, after much running (well, for me) and walking, searching the roadside & ditch, we ended up with a Team Type 1 / Sanofi musette. Lesson learned for next year, eh?
We loaded our sorry (and winded) selves back into the car, and took off down the road for Breckenridge.
After 3 days of camping, that shower was ever so welcome. I had a little more travel work to do, so an hour or so was spent on that, while Dejo determined the best pizza place in town.
When we stepped out to walk the half mile or so to the pizza place, it was raining a tiny bit, but not enough to worry about.
Fast forward 15 minutes: We are kinda drenched, I'm cranky, but we're on the waitlist for Giampietro Pizza. Oh, that was worth it! SO yummy. And just maybe, the 3 days of camping had something to do with that.
I'd overheard the front desk agent mention something about a shuttle to another guest, so I called, and arranged a ride back, as it was still raining. We watched some of the news coverage of Lance Armstrong giving up his fight against USADA (ridiculous, how inaccurate most of the statements were), and then drifted off to blissful sleep.
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