Summit County, Colorado or Bust
This was my big day. I was heading back to Summit county Colorado, where I lived 18 years ago. Oh my, I’m getting older.
We got some nice photos of the fog lying low in the morning.
When we woke up, it was 40 degrees. It was tough to get rolling, so we decided to go to McDonald’s and write the blog, call family, and get warm. We saw 8 other adventure bikers there, but they did not seem to know where they were going, or what they were doing, so we were not able to trade any info with them.
Mountain Bikes, and contact with other humans
We passed our first bicyclists this day. The 2 that we passed were going the other way. They were alone, not together, and both said they were trying to ride the whole Continental Divide Trail. One was a man in his 60’s from St. Louis. He said he had fallen and cracked his ribs a few days ago. It was sad to see that he was almost halfway through his ride, yet in the back of his mind, I think he knew it was over. The other observation we got from this guy was that if you spend too much time alone, you forget how to talk to other people. He was downright rude at times, but then he would catch himself and remember his manners. It made me think I had to be cognizant of this as the trip goes on. We have been surprised that we have not seen more bikes yet.
County Road 53
We took County road 53. It was fast, dirt, and Beautiful! It winded through grassy mountains for a couple of hours. There was no traffic, but you did have to watch pretty closely for cows in the road. We met the 2nd cyclist on this road, and he seemed in very good spirits. We left the road, and climbed to the top of a grassy mountain.
From this point, we looked at the next mountain top over (about a mile away), and were convinced we spotted a bear. It was black, moved at a slow, steady pace, and looked around every once in a while. We watched it for 30-45 minutes, and we took photos, even though we could not see much in the camera screen.
After we plugged into our computer, and blew the photo up, we are convinced it is a cow. What a let down!
We got to ride a great downhill from Marshall Pass. Of course, we took the hard way.
After that, we arrived in Fairplay (Where I lived for about a week), and Alma (where several of my friends lived). Alma has the distinction of being the highest incorporated city in North America at 10,450 feet. Both places had grown tons since I was there. This was kind of sad to me, and I started on this “Back in the day….” kick. I guess you just have to get over it, and understand that things change. Either way, I don’t think I’ll be going back soon.
Lastly, to add to the animals we have seen on this trip, we saw 8 Rams today, and a Coyote. No pictures since we were moving fast when we saw both.
We ended the night by sleeping at Hoosier Pass. This is the route I used to take from Breckenridge to Alma and Fairplay to visit friends. At 11,539 feet, this was the highest point we had been to yet.
We ended the night with a great camp fire on top of the world.