The hotel did not catch on fire. This was surprising since this is what was plugged into the wall before we got there with all of our stuff to charge. I know my fireman friend Gary would have liked it.
It was still pretty wet when we left Cuba, so we decided to skip the first few miles of the trail and travel by road. This did not last long, and we got back on the trail, which at this point was a dirt road that we could make good time on.
We stopped for gas in the town of Chama. The Ducati Effect was strong here. I actually got a compliment on my Ducati as I was pushing Todd’s BMW! This seemed like a very nice community, with lots of outdoor activities to do. There was even a narrow gauge scenic railroad that looks like it would have been wonderful to ride. Up to this point on the trip, most of the homes that we have seen have been very small, very run down, and mostly made of stone. People seem to spend more time outdoors than inside. Starting near Chama, the homes started to use more log in the construction, and were far nicer. Chama seems to be very affluent. I also noticed 2 large lakes, and a big river. I wondered if the affluence was in some way related to the water?
I lived in Breckenridge, Colorado for one winter about 20 years ago. I have visited many times since, and I really love Colorado. So, I’m happy to be heading back that way. Just outside of Chama, we started up a mountain road that took us to an elevation of around 10,000 feet. The road was great, and the Ducati was perfect, even with the tires I have on it. There were hardly any cars, and the speed limit was high. Perfect for 2 road racers.
As we climbed this road, everything turned very green, we started to see tons of evergreen, and aspen trees, and the mountains were steeper. Perfect!
We left the road, and traveled on dirt county roads for a couple of hours. We could probably average 30 MPH on these roads. We passed about 15 vehicles over 2 hours, which felt pretty populated to us. The views were breathtaking, and the temperature was dropping.
We made a picture stop, and noticed my front fender had fallen almost all the way off. Luckily, our Chief Technical Officer Todd had all the tools, and spare nuts and bolts to repair it. As a storm was chasing us, we got it fixed and left in time to stay dry.
We came into a town named Del Norte, and had some food. At this point, we decided to push on, so we could make Breckenridge sooner. It was 5PM, so this was probably not our best decision, but we went.
Outside of Del Norte, the trail was very clearly marked. Not only did the trails have numbers, but we saw many signs for the “Continental Divide Mountain Bike Trail”. This was nice, however it lasted less than 2 miles. And then we got lost. It was not all bad, because we found this place.
We also got to ride some very tough trials
The scenery all around here was amazing, but we decided to head to the road, since we had a lot of ground to cover if we were going to meet Chaka tonight. We came out of the mountains, seeing all kinds of people living off the grid. These homes were 60 miles from the nearest small town, and they would typically have a windmill, lots of solar panels, and more firewood than I would ever want to chop!
We finally made it to Doyleville way after dark. It was close to 40 degrees, and we were cold and covered in bug juice. There was no town to speak of, nor was there a warm fire or campsite, however, Chaka was waiting right on the side of the road, and we found him immediately.
We set up Camp Mosquito Mountain. It was scenic, but it was not Chaka’s favorite place.