The ride up yesterday went pretty well until I was just shy of the Eisenhower Tunnel and the Continental Divide on the I-70 Super Slab. It started raining pretty good, I stopped under an overpass and donned my wet weather gear and heavier gloves and rode on.
The rest of the evening was spent riding to/from Breckenridge where I met up with my family for dinner. Both Brigitta, my 1987 R80 and my gear did fine in the rain, but it was still not fun.
Today the sun rose under clear skies and cool temperatures. It would be in the low 60s as I left the condo around 10:00AM after the wives and kids left for Glenwood Springs. My fellow husband is a bicyclist and he took off on his bike to go riding. Left to my own devices, I took CO9 north out of Silverthorne.
It didn't take long to shake off the miasma that is a ski tourist town here in Colorado. Soon I was riding on open road and enjoying the scenery:
The notch at Kremmling
I have to mention that the road up to and down from Gore pass is a lovely twisting and curving paved road that will bring a smile to any rider's face. It was actually rather enjoyable, not too technical and the road was clear of traffic; had it all to myself mostly.
This is as far as I got on CR11, a bit rougher than Trough Road but still not too bad, just more washboarded and more gravel. The road went up from the town of Radium, hugging the mountainsides and heading North/Northwest.
Brigitta waits at the RR intersection for the gravel train to pass. They were "topping up" the gravel mounds to the sides of the rail tracks. Interesting operation, I had been wondering up until I saw the gravel drop why there were workers walking alongside the train!
I got on US6 as I neared where CO131 junctions with I-70 at Wolcott. US6 parallels the I-70 slab eastwards and I rode it till I could turn south on US24 at Dowds Junction. This is also the starting point for the Top of the Rockies Scenic Byway. I took US24 through the small town of Minturn and twisted my way up to the Battle Mountain Summit. A very nice road, in spite of the fact that the skies had become gray and overcast.
Soon I was back at the vicinity of Red Cliff and the bridge over the Eagle River. I'd failed to take pictures of this gorgeous bridge the last time I was here. LINK.
I then rode into the town of Red Cliff itself, hoping to get a picture of an old bridge there. I found the bridge but it's definitely seen better days, like most of the town actually. However, to the left and closer to me, there was this cool looking house: