It was also, a way to ride and escape the heat, somewhat.
I left the house at 6AM and it was already 78 degrees Fahrenheit in the Metro Denver area, which took me about the normal 50 minutes to traverse using I-25 and I-70. Fueled up in Idaho Springs and from there it was not long before I was riding past the still closed fee station for Mount Evans at 7:30 AM.
Since the road up Mount Evans is Colorado Highway 5, you technically don't have to pay to ride on it, but if you use any of the facilities then it's best to pay.
Scarlett and I rode to the top, following a couple of cagers who drove like they were scared of the edge of the road. So that if there's no guardrails I say! Eventually, we all got there and I distanced myself from the cagers.
The summit sign has been upgraded.
I didn't linger in the summit parking lot after the above picture, it was time to start back down the mountain and stop where I could safely to take pictures.
Not a bad day in terms of clear skies, a bit hazy for distant mountain peaks but not bad at all. I stopped where I could, trying for different angles this time, though I am sure the steady readers among you will find some familiar angles being used.
The above pic shot with the monopod extended above me and
using the wifi-remote control app on the Sony camera.
There are some lovely hairpin turns on Mount Evans Road.
Stopped by a small pond, hoping for a good reflection but
settled for a view of the rocks under the water surface
I titled this posting Mount Evans Blues, due to the many scenic blue graduated mountain ridges one could see today. I hope you like them, there was definitely post-processing involved to get them to come out as they did!
Approaching the Summit Lake Area
As you can see in the following photos, the clouds were moving in from the West, we're expecting rain in the Metro Denver area today (and we sure need it).
View of a small cloud burst just before the foothills area I think.
Temperatures had been in the high 60s Fahrenheit while cruising up and down Mount Evans Road so I had doffed my riding jacket liner. Once Scarlett and I safely made it back to the Metro Denver area, temperatures soared up into the low 90s and I would see the onboard thermometer report 96 degrees Fahrenheit as the high just before I got home.
However, as I rode the last few miles home, a wasp flew right up my right sleeve jacket and of course decided to sting me. It felt like someone introduced a hot needle into my arm. I batted at my right sleeve with my left hand and finally killed it.
Once I got home, off came the riding jacket and out came the dead culprit:
Luckily, I appear to not be too sensitive to wasp stings as the welt on my arm has not swollen up much. I'd experience such "hot needle" stings before but not found the culprits upon stopping. Now I know.
A good day of riding, not too many encounters with idiot cagers along the way, and nothing broke on Scarlett which is always a plus!