We left Steamboat Springs mid morning after a bit of an organisational mission to try and sort tyres for our trip back to LA next week. We were forced into our first challenge section early in the day when we had to ride a section of mountain bike single track around a lake. This involved some minor ignoring of various Do Not Enter signs but fortunately the trail was easy and we didn't meet anybody.
Then some great jeep track with a decent river crossing thrown in. For once we remembered to take photos of the event - see below.
That same track climbed high above the Colorado river and then dropped all the way down to the river and back up the other side. Lots of spectacular views. Later in the afternoon the thunderstorms rolled in to deliver first atmosphere and then adrenaline as we rode the last bit to Leadville in thunder, lightning and heavy rain.
Definitely a full day.
For the next week or so we have planned our own itinerary involving lots of names like Aspen, Crested Butte Gunnison which the mountain bikers will recognise. We intend to join The above names with as many high mountain passes as possible and expect to be higher than Mount Cook on several occasions.
Half way through our trip we have settled nicely into our behaviour patterns. Every evening when we get in we have a little settle down. For me that usually means typing this blog, ideally after a beer to get the creative juices flowing. For Dave it usually means turning on the TV, computer and all of his electronic gadgetry and then promptly falling asleep! My mom in law, Audre, bless her, says I'm not allowed to post any degrading photos which is a pity because I certainly have a great collection! Last night D fell asleep with the TV remote in his hand so at midnight I had to sneak out of bed and switch off the TV without waking him up. The latter is important cos if he wakes up the cacophony of technology takes off again. At 1 am I switched off the lights which was enough to wake Dave up and, to his credit, only the computer was fired up. This kind of stuff may seem charming and endearing. No.
He thinks it's normal. It isn't.
Anyway, bless Dave. He surely is a master organiser and great company. Without him I simply couldn't dream of doing this and if that means a month with no sleep, so be it.
On the other hand, from Daves perspective I must be quite tiresome. By nature I think of consequences more than him with the result that he is forever having to persuade me to do stuff that I am a little twitchy about. Invariably I have been pleased I tackled whatever the challenge might be.
Dave may be many things but never boring. Thanks again for a great adventure.
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