Sunday’s ride proved to be a nice loop ’round the neighborhood, starting in Denver at around 5:50am. Starting with a swift ride to Golden with little traffic and summiting the top of Lookout Mountain Road to see the sunrise and then, somewhat disappear as the bright start of the day seemed to starve itself into a constant morning gloomy overcast.
Which isn’t a good sign, especially if you see dark clouds, over high, yet close mountains as I was observing over the James Peak Wilderness at the Genesee exit,
If I could magnify the James Peak Wilderness area a little, those clouds would look a little more like this,
The Arizona Trail Race 750 is a race across Arizona, from the Mexican/Arizona border to the Arizona/Utah border, with a portage, down, across and back up the Grand Canyon. Being a Nation Park, no bike riding is allowed on the trail, so you need to somehow carry your bike.
This past week, I rode a paltry 104 miles in total, went to the gym once and, uh, snowshoed for 11 1/2 hours. Plus the usual bicycle commuting. And I’m a masked vigilante in the wee hours. Ok, the last part isn’t true.
I’m trying to plan my Summer Adventures and like last year, I’d like to do a Very Big Ride (maybe the Tour Divide again?) and also help out a Really Good Cause. Last year’s fundraising was a huge success and I’ll post more details about that (finally!) soon.
Biker Jims – a well deserved reward after a 100 mile ride
This week was filled with personal disappointment as I only really got in one solid ride on Saturday – a 100 miler up High Grade, to Evergreen, N on Kerr Gultch and down Lookout Mountain Road, back home via the Clear Creek Trail to South Platte Trail.
I could cite quite a few excuses, but it comes down to laziness.
Yesterday, I was researching untested terrain to ride my bike up to. I was looking for mountain roads I have yet to try out, which is slim pickin’s in the winter time, as road conditions are going to suck anywhere with surprise!
The rest of the week was quite a wash. Had a trip planned for Winter Park and a hike, perhaps even up to Parry Peak (which would have meant doing James and Bancroft – and again on return) that fell through, mostly out of crippling anxiety attacks.