Colorado, USA
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We had emailed David the day before, but had not heard from him so we decided to ride by his house just in case he got the message. He did not. After waiting for a few minutes to see if he heard us ride up, we reluctantly gave him a call. Working on night shift, we don't appreciate early wake up calls and we don't like to make them. He didn't hear us because set up crews for an upcoming festival were unloading equipment in the sculpture park across the street from his house. Tim says: Hey David - you up? Want to ride? OK. We're in front of your house. Poor guy. What normal person wouldn't still be in the sack at 7:30 Saturday morning? Actually, David usually beats us up. No matter, he was dressed and ready to ride in a matter of minutes.
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As we began the ride up I thought I should have insisted a ways back that we slip into our jackets. Clouds were building as we rode along. They were towering and dark. By the time we reached Juniper Pass where Tim and I usually stop it was cold enough to make all three of us hop off and drag out jackets first thing. Juniper Pass is a picnic area that sits at an elevation of about 11,000 feet. Tim and I have shared many a grocery store chicken with each other and assorted critters since we first stopped there in the Summer of 1998. A short stroll down a wooded path leads to an overlook built into the side of a cliff which looks out upon Mount Evans to the west and an amazing valley to the southeast. Mount Evans was shrouded in clouds today and thunder rumbled through the valley.
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We knew Echo Lake was a short ride a bit further west. So, we opted to see if we could make that point without getting wet before deciding whether to ride on or turn back and choose another route home. The Visitor Center was busy and we could see the glint of several cars on the Mount Evans Road heading up into the clouds. We rolled up beside the lake and took a few minutes to snap pictures. The clouds looked to be lifting and patches of blue sky appeared like celestial puddles in the sky. There wasn't much of a discussion about it, we decided to ride on. Hwy 103 goes down, down, down from Echo Lake. As the road makes a turn north just past the lake it is known as Chicago Creek Road.
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Heading north on Hwy 119, we rode the peak-to peak highway to Nederland where we stopped, as is our custom, to have a cookie/snack and drinks at the New Moon Bakery. We were lucky today -- they even had Jackpot cookies, my favorite. After our refreshment break we followed Hwy 72 until we reached the junction with Hwy 7 riding along at the top of the world under partly cloudy skies. At the junction, the clouds did not look good toward Estes Park. Here again, there is no such thing as a bad choice. Either way is going to be a nice ride. We chose to ride down Hwy 7 via the South Saint Vrain Canyon Road into Lyons where we stopped for a stretch in the park. The traffic was stacked bumper to bumper coming down into Lyons via North Saint Vrain Canyon Road out of Estes Park so we felt fortunate our drive down did not look like that.
It was time to call it a day. Sort of. We wandered our way home angling across on country lanes rather than the main highways. David peeled off a couple of blocks from home in Loveland and we continued on to Fort Collins.
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Today's ride was 285 miles. We managed to stay dry despite the rumbling threat of clouds we ran under. Some of the miles we covered today were a first for David. It was great to ride with him and show him our favorite roads and places. It's hard to describe the ride as a whole... mountains, valleys, rivers, incredible skies -- you have to take it in curve by curve. We rolled out of the drive at 7:30 this morning and rolled back in the drive at 7:15 this evening... that's a long day to some - we enjoyed every minute of it.
Here is a slide show of today's high country ride (105 photos):
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