A beautiful Sunday in Colorado. A nice 80 miles riding to White Ranch to Golden Gate Canyon State Park and taking Golden Gate Canyon Rd. back to Golden. Find some new-to-me trails to ride around in Riding feels strong, I’m about 5mph slower loaded than unloaded, a little worse on the climbs.
Having covered our plains with highways, factories and cities, having subdivided our hillsides into suburbs, having deepened and dammed up the rerouted our rivers to make seaways or sources of electric power, we have left only the ocean and the mountains to remind us of what we cannot do to the landscape.
At around 1:00 am the previous night, I settled on the idea to try the, “Ring the Peak” route around Pike’s Peak. You can learn about the route here and here. I just thought, “Yeah, whatever” and took a few hours snooze and headed out the door from Denver, towards Pikes Peak, via the Rampart Range Road, a nice 50 mile track of fairly well maintained dirt road, with a nice elevation gain (up to 9,400 feet or so) and relatively little traffic. Time to try out some gear and get another over-nighter in.
Rode 105 miles on Wednesday, far more than I intended, but happy nonetheless to cover the miles. The original plan was to ride fairly directly to Idaho Springs and follow the, “Oh My God” road to Central City. “Oh My God” is, I think, simply an old dirt road first graded during some gold rush,used before the much larger Central City Parkway was built.
Falconers used to believe that the third hawk egg in a clutch would be a male. So they call a young male hawk a “tercel” from tertiius, “third.” Who knows why carmakers name their cars the way they do.
Except for Friday’s crushing 94 miles, this was a pretty chill week. I had planned much more epic trips, but they didn’t quite materialize, if not for me not being ready, because the weather last week, sucked.
I took the SPOT II tracker with me for all my rides this week (I think?) and have it record my progress. The tracks are a little disappointing in their resolution, but it may be partly the fault of my placement of the device – either in the feedbag of my top tube, or in the upper pocket of my hiking pack.
I’ll write some sort of actual entry, soon, but I’d like to just give thanks to Illegal Pete‘s. I let myself spurge in buying their tasty tasty burritos after rides, as a nice way of giving myself a little treat as well as supplementing my dirtbag diet of rice and beans and oatmeal and pb+j’s and whatever else I can whip up in my kitchen.