On Saturday morning I set off for a mini-adventure, riding back to Boulder on as much dirt as possible. I wanted to get in one last solid weekend of riding and one last test of my gear setup. It's amazing how you never can predict what the future would bring, because 18 months ago, this ride would have been epic (in my book) in the truest sense of the very overused word. Instead, it felt more like a couple of long but mellow days in the saddle that left me feeling very confident in where my training has led me.
But that's enough writing for today. Time is short, my attention span is shorter (perhaps chocolate-covered oats weren't the best idea for breakfast), and my list of things to get done this week is enormous. Here's some photos of what I saw along the way...
Down the northeast side of Ute Pass toward Bonanaza. Note the black object in the sky. It is not one of the famed San Luis Valley UFOs. I never thought a raven could look like a flying saucer in a photo, but here you go.
Leaving the Puma Hills on Sunday morning. It was 34 deg when I awoke, and I was glad to have all the warm clothes that I did.
Photos don't do this area justice. West of the Rampart Range, east of the Taryall Mountains, and in the heart of what the Hayman fire burned, this landscape is absolutely phenomenal.
After an hour-long climb up pavement, I hit the Colorado Trail and had 20+ miles of singletrack between me and the plains!
After probably 100+ switchbacks, both up and down along the fabulous Colorado Trail, I ended up in out on the plains, running from these storms and toward the nearest gas station/fast food joint for some much-needed food.
After getting some grub, I pounded concrete bike paths north to Golden and Hwy 93 to Boulder, finishing off feeling very strong, thirsty, and quite pleased with how everything went. 230 miles, 18,000 feet of climbing, and ~12.5 hours in the saddle both days. Now I just need to find a louder alarm clock and figure out why my computer quit detecting my speed part way through the ride.