….45 minutes in the Conoco gas station was all we needed to get our body temperatures back to normal. As we rolled out and back up to Vail pass it only took 15 minutes for my body temperature to return to freezing. The road was long and tiring, but as we made it through the curves of the Vail Pass- the sun started to break through the cloud cover. Normally, I would be rejoicing, but with our more than obvious luck, I knew we were in for some more fun. The snow stopped, and the rain began.
The rain continued, and from where I was sitting, it seemed like it would never end. To make matters worse, my speedometer had stopped registering my speed, my check engine light had turned on, and I was scared to continue riding on my motorcycle because of the possible damage that could ensue. Curve after curve, wind burst after wind burst, we had finally made it to Glenwood Springs. We pulled into the nearest gas station, parked the bikes and nearly collapsed. The intense concentration spent ensuring our bikes didn’t take a dive from the mixture of rain and wind made us tired and hungry. Our hunger got the best of us, so we decided to stop at Doc’s Hollidays Salloon, a local Glenwood Springs bar. We were so rain-soaked, that we decided to strip our top layers off at the booth- the other guests shot us weird glances. After a beer and burger per person, we were back on the road. Although our heads were back in the game, we had a long way to travel and little time to do it before night fell. … Mile after mile, this is where any motorcyclist finds the time to find him/herself. Any problems one may have: rough work week (or year, depending on your situation), fight with a friend, or even the need to stop life and be thankful. I promise you this is that time. Mile after mile I wish it would never end.
8:30 PM and we finally make it to Red Canyon Lodge.
This is why we ride through Rain
Red Canyon Lodge was worth the wait.
