{"id":578,"date":"1988-07-30T18:07:00","date_gmt":"1988-07-30T18:07:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pididu.com\/wordpress\/bike1988\/?p=578"},"modified":"2026-09-25T21:01:59","modified_gmt":"2026-09-25T21:01:59","slug":"ordway-co","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/pididu.com\/wordpress\/bike1988\/ordway-co\/","title":{"rendered":"Ordway, CO"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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As the trip wore on, I started to get up later and later in the morning. The next day was no exception. I ate breakfast at 9:30 at a place called “The Diner” at 8th and Main. I got about a pint of hash browns, seasoned refried beans (I never knew that these could taste so good), 2 eggs, Green Chili (shredded pork – no beans or hamburger), warm flour tortillas and butter. $2.95. It was enough for dinner. This was one of the best, if not THE best, meal on the trip.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Best meal on the trip. I was fully fueled and ready to roll!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sunflowers grew wild in the region.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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This is a better picture of the Buffalo Gourd that was ubiquitous. I didn’t dare taste it, remembering the Biblical story from 2 Kings 4:38-41 about poisonous wild gourds.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Eastern Colorado was not as cool and green as my stereotypical image of the state. These cows have the right idea.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I stopped at Ding’s Cafe in Olney Springs for lunch. This place had been consistently recommended to me from hundreds of miles back. I was not disappointed. The three ladies running the place were very nice. “Ding” is a nickname for “Dionisia,” a Filipina who moved to the midwest. Ding gave me a free piece of pie and a key chain, her standard for cyclists.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Olney Springs, home of Ding’s Cafe<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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L to R: Me, Dionisia “Ding” Suher, Shannon Sharp, Michelle Martin.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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My planned stop for the day was Ordway, but I sailed right on by without seeing it. The main highway did NOT become Main St. of the town, as was usual. Ordway was a block north of the highway. When I realized that my odometer showed I was far past where Ordway should be, I doubled back.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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I missed Ordway the first time.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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They were having “Crowley County Days,” the local county fair, in Ordway that day. Their idea of a county fair is to have everybody go to the park, put up an inflatable castle for the kids to jump on, and roll in a couple of novelty wagons selling such disgusting items as fake vomit, dogshit, fart spray, itching power, and fart powder (secretly put a pinch in someone’s coffee – causes uncontrollable flatulence).<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Crowley County Days<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I stayed at the Hotel Ordway – another place which had received recommendations. Since it was Saturday, I stayed an extra day for my Sunday rest. Madeline Ferguson, the owner, was such a nice lady. I joined her and several of her friends in putting together a jigsaw puzzle in the lobby.<\/p>\nno A\/C, TV, nor bathroom in the room, but the hospitality was unbeatable. At what other hotel can you do a puzzle with the owner in the evening?<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Sunday, July 31, 1988<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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On Sunday, I went to the local Baptist church, and later was invited to lunch by Habib Khaliqi and his family. David, their son, was a junior in high school. Zora, the charming daughter, was going to teach math in Houston. I spent the afternoon with the family, then returned to the hotel.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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The Khaliqis, L-to-R: Virginia, David, Habib “Herb”, Zora.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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That night, I paid for the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“$4.25,” Madeline said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“TWO nights,” I reminded her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, for bikers, the second night is free,” she replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really didn’t see how she could make any money.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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