Days 61-64: Such Great Heights, and The Dusty Trail to Wyoming
|Summit this! The crew more than 2 miles high.|
|Mike's first appearance on the blog,|
playing photographer for everyone on
|The bike path, beautiful.|
9/24 Day 62: Green Mountain Reservoir, Heeney, CO to Walden, CO 86 miles (3013 miles)
|Green Mountain Reservoir, some rules were made to be broken.|
We rode along just as fast and safely as we could while trying to keep from getting squished until we reached a small byway, State Road 14, that would take us all the way up to Walden, CO. The drivers and people in general (excluding my lovely family) have not been terribly friendly since we left Pueblo and entered the mountains. It seems people here are either tourists- which makes them de facto awful drivers because they don't know where they're going and are gawking at the scenery instead of yielding an extra inch to a quartet of cyclists- or they're natives who hate tourists and therefore don't like us because we are literal tourists, or transplants who feel like since they moved their million dollar house to the top of some ridge, they own the state and the scenery and don't want to share. The general attitude really has been summed up by the old man whose 'hostel' we camped in front of in Guffey, "It sure is beautiful here, some of the best scenery you'll ever see- and you'd be lucky to live here... but we don't want you here! Hahaha." I'm sure there are plenty of nice Coloradoans, and I don't mean to offend, but in comparison to Kansas, where everyone waved or said hello, this state has seemed mighty cold.
|3,000 miles and all we got is up this hill.|
9/25 Day 63: Walden, CO to Lake Saratoga Campground, Saratoga, WY 71 miles (3084 miles)
|We can soak our cares away, but nothing will wash off|
the tan lines.
After a long soak in the springs (that also counted as our bath for the day), we rode on a couple miles down the road to the city campground and threw our tents up in the dark. We made dinner fast, while some kind of animal splashed around in the water, and built a fire out of some wood we found at an abandoned site in the park, warmed up for a while, and then found our way to our tents.
9/26 Day 64: Saratoga, WY to Lamont, WY 79 miles (3163 miles)
Shortly after getting ready, we realized that the water spigot at the park was not potable water and we'd already filled all our bottles up with it, and drank a little the night before. We've had a lot of public water, but this stuff was ostensibly lake water, so we decided the ride back into town two miles was worth the trip for some clean water especially in light of the fact we'd have another 30 something miles of dry nothing between us and the next gas station or store to fill up. The day heated up quickly, yet again, and in our conversations with the few Wyomingans- what the hell do you call them? I mean, it's not like you've ever met someone from Wyoming...so of course you don't know. Wyomingler? That sounds better. So, in our mingling with the Wyominglers we've discovered that we are, in fact, experiencing something of an early autumn heat wave. The days are getting up to the high 70s and low 80s still, while the nights are getting down into the 30s- this is a Wyoming heatwave. We've also sort of come to understand that we are really dancing on the edge of the knife as far as the season is concerned; the cold weather in this part of the country, where the elevation is still in the 7,000 ft above sea level range, can break in a few days and then all of a sudden it's early winter instead of early autumn. Most of the people we've talked to have told us that the first snow could come any day now.
|"Listen, these teepees better be made of goddamn gold|
if you want me to go that way."
|Here they are in the daylight, pretty neat.|