Day 42 – Sugar City Delivers

Aug 1
Eads, CO to Sugar City, CO
57 miles

The promise of 75 cent homemade cinnamon rolls in the aptly named Sugar City kept us and our new friends pedaling through the long isolated stretch from Eads, CO. An eastbound rider had passed this enticing information on to us a couple days earlier, and well, some of us had been thinking about it ever since. Along the way we sighted Pronghorn antelope, raptors, and white-tailed deer populating the vast plains. K even had a momentarily confused fawn chase after her until it heeded its mother’s call. Every few miles, ML alternately fretted that the Café of the Cinnamon Roll would be closed, and dreamed about the perfect afternoon snack waiting for us in. Finally arriving in the tiny town, we quickly located the café. Closed! Everything in town was closed on this Saturday afternoon save for the tavern. Dejected, we gathered around a soda machine to at least get a cold drink. Foiled again! The only selection that wasn’t sold out was Diet Coke.

The rest of the posse soon arrived with Saz and Aaron having just come under horn attack from a monster truck for no apparent reason. At this point we were a bit sour on Sugar City. There wasn’t a car or resident on the street except for Errol, a local resident, and his sweet dog Buddy. He had witnessed our frustration with the soda machine and listened to our sad tale about the elusive rolls. He suggested that we go over and knock on the café door and ask for some rolls. “She lives right there. Go up to the door and knock.” Instead of following Errol’s advice, we lounged in the shade before heading off into the dry afternoon heat. By this time Errol had gone on his way, but Saz spied him in his truck headed toward the café. “Do you think???”, Saz asked. Not too long after this query, Errol rolled by in his old blue and white Ford truck waving a bag of seven weighty cinnamon rolls for us. We all cheered and Buddy wagged. A sweet ending after all.