Fort Collins, CO
The amber-hued skies and crisp morning air of Autumn in Colorado beckoned...We left the house about 10 am but not before neighbor Al snapped a few pics of us ready to ride in front of our spooky Hallowe'en lawn display. With no agenda, we rode south and west to Longmont and stopped at the Rocky Mountain Pumpkin Ranch festival. It's mostly for kids, but we stopped and roamed around through the pumpkins (every size and variety you can possibly imagine). The young man who was helping park cars, found a good spot for The Ride and put a No Parking sign next to it so no one would park too close. Ha! I had a taste of pickled green beans in the produce market. YUM! I think I'll go back and get some. They were in glass jars and I sure didn't want one of those to break in the saddle bags. The ceiling of the produce market was filled with bunches of Indian corn. There was a hay maze and a corn shuck teepee for the munchkins, many of them in costume. Too cute!
We rode west to Lyons and stopped at Wild Bills for lunch. Lyons is a favorite biker destination. The day was so nice, we headed west and up and before we knew it we were at Estes Park. It was a bit windy and on the chilly side on the peak-to-peak highway just as we lined up with Long's Peak. Half of Colorado was in Estes Park. We rested for a spell, chatted with a woman biker who had ridden up from Boulder. She was fun and interesting -- said her boyfriend spends a good many weekends on his own. He doesn't ride. Ha! We strolled down main street to stretch our legs and to get a scoop of Bluebell ice cream, one of the few places in Colorado you can get Bluebell. Afterwards, we rode down to Lyons by a different route and home. We got home about 4 pm.
The digital camera's memory card reader bit the dust this weekend, but here are a few shots.
Total Mileage = 132 miles
Unless, we get a long Indian Summer, this is likely the last mountain ride this year.
Dad rode solo, over 200 miles in north Texas and Oklahoma. He ran into a woman in a Waurika cafe who recognized him as a Patriot Guard rider. She is the mother of a soldier who was killed in a helicopter crash recently. Dad rode with the Patriot Guard when the soldier was deployed. The Patriot Guard provided escort to the reservation where he was buried. The woman wanted to buy his lunch, but Dad declined. Still, a heartfelt thank you for the little one can do to show respect from someone who has lost so much is all the vindication one needs to do what feels right.
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