Sunday 8th continued from Aspen down the enchanted canyon of the White River, ending the day at the Hotchkiss Motel. Greeted by a seedy Russian proprietor and his Olga-from-the-Volga wife, who seemed surprised that anybody would want to stay there. We can honestly say that it is the best (only) motel in Hotchkiss.
Milage so far: 1868
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