Sunday Morning at 7:40 AM.
Leaving Blackhawk, CO yesterday we once again made a very bad assumption that we would only encounter rain… Wrong. About 15 miles past Idaho Springs the light rain changed over to light snow, Keep in mind we were traveling I-70 to get over to UT, and also remember that I-70 is also considered one of the most dangerous highway passes in Colorado/ the United States.
Eisenhower tunnel is roughly 11,000 ft and the scary element is you literally could go from sun shining to complete white out snow storm. Needless to say, handle bars gripped with all my might, body tense and nervous, we ride out of the tunnel and are met with even more snow. Lucky for us the snow wasn’t sticking to the ground. We decided to push through. We made it to Copper mountain ski resort and pulled over at the local gas station. Fingers frozen, muscles tired from being so tense all the time- we were tired and apprehensive.
We spent about 20 minutes in the gas station warming up. Every minute debating whether we would push on. We did. The next leg was roughly 123 miles till Rifle, CO- this was a brutal leg of the trip. The wind was unbelievably strong, and the rain was relentless. Constant rain, I have found, isn’t that bad, but rain broken up with ten minute clear periods, then start-up again – is the absolute worst. We ended up stopping in Glenwood Springs, because my check engine light went on and created quite the scare. We stopped for gas and ate at a local bar called Doc Holladays. Great burgers, and the beer is fantastic, or maybe it was just the right timing. Anyways, after thawing out and drying out – we set out with nothing but the sun in sight for the next 148 miles to Dinosaur, CO.
This town is small, quiet, and had dinosaur statues everywhere. This town is Odd but nice. As we are gassing up getting ready to make the last 80 miles to Red Canyon Lodge, we take note of the black cloud of death to the south and the single highway road headed south. We set out, Amped on red bull and 5-HR energy – moving west, knowing that at some point we would have to turn north. Let me try to recreate this picture for you. Heading west on 40 to our right are majestic rolling hills and blue skies. Turn your head to the left, and its the black cloud of death. As we roll into straight for this cloud of death, light rain starts and the wind picks up. Rain gets heavier, and the winds follow suit. If there were ever a moment in this ride that I thought my chances of ditching my bike was elevated it was during this stretch of highway. A 16 wheeler comes hurling past me, soaks me with rain and my back tire skids out a little. That’s was a moment I saw my life semi flash before my eyes. After near death experience, the rain stopped, sun came back out and it was smooth sailing to Red Canyon Lodge. Switch back after switch back, getting lost, and after getting Sean’s bike unstuck - we had finally made it. The Red Canyon lodge is wonderful- review to follow shortly.
