Before leaving Roosevelt this morning, we had a long conversation with our hotelier. We learned a lot about long-haul trucking, Western gangs, and the beauty of the desert. Our new friend disparages the skill of drivers who come from countries with chaotic roads. Jeffrey suggested that this is not an immigration issue, but a problem of local law enforcement.
Our Ride sign piqued Yanli‘s interest. She lives in Salt Lake City, and formerly taught English in Beijing. We agree about the importance of human rights and constructive protest. She declined to be photographed.
Mayor Blakley opened the church, obtained clean bedding from the no-vacancy motel, told us some of the history of the town, the church, and the Blakley family, and made us welcome.
Jeffrey heated his dinner in the church microwave. We post tonight’s photoessay through the church’s WiFi. We will sleep in the warm sanctuary.
We’ll leave before tomorrow’s Sunday worshipers arrive to hear the words of a pastor via Zoom. There are four to six regular church attendees. That’s how it is in 2023 in a small (population 243 per the 2020 census) Colorado town.
The Marshal and the Mayor and the motel owner helped us, sight unseen. We donated to the church, but no one in Dinosaur asked us for anything.
You might say we found refuge here.
And you might say that these Dinosaur folks are true children of Abraham (to whom strangers were guests) and real Americans (in the neighborly spirit of Western pioneers).
There are nice people everywhere.
Another great chapter in your travelogue. Love that they found a place for you to sleep.
Thank you for your posts.
You really got a taste of the West on this leg of the journey. Dinosaur National Monument is very fun to visit. When you New Yorkers feel crowded, know there is lots of open space left. Ride on!
Love this post!!!!