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As I travel on my bicycle, I’m sharing some of the moments that inspire me.
A tiny town in the middle of a vastly empty part of this enormously rural state. The streets are still dirt and gravel. The big excitement was the annual craft fair and gun show, in a small parking lot in the center of town. I had been reveling for the past several days about how we had pedaled our way back into the Wild West. And, then, I looked out the window of the restaurant where we were eating lunch, and I watched a cowboy stumble out of my imagination and amble down the road. An older man with grey hair, Wrangler jeans, plenty of dust, and the quintessential boots and hat. Sometimes the true things we find in small corners of the world far surpass anything we could dream up.