Day 61, Hot Sulphur Springs to Walden, Colorado.

Wind mill on the plain. Could be a title for a western movie.

Willow Creek Pass, crossing the Great divide.

Entering the town of Walden just before the thunder storm.

Mountains and valleys, Colorado is full of them.

Wee stopped here with our mouths wide open. Is this for real?

Mountain towns that have a charm all their own nestled away in a world all to them selves.

With scenery like this, the climbing was not even a concern.

I found myself stopping almost at every turn. This place is unbelievable.

Trees, We could smell them as their aroma fill the clean mountain air.

There I go again, stopping for another breath taking shot.

The high desert plains. Miles and miles of open terrain.

The road to Walden.

The trophy room at the Rand Store.

The Rand Store where we had lunch.

Snow capped mountains were all around us as we crossed the high plains.

A lake out side of Hot Sulpher Springs.

Mountain streams flow endlessly through these scenic mountain valleys.

just when I got going, it was time to stop for another shot.

A small river at the entrance to Walden.

Words and pictures can only try to describe the beauty of the Colorado mountains.

Breath taking!

This unusual rock formation left me in awe. How cool is that?

This is worth a second shot.

Another slow shutter shot from the files of bikerted.

This was part of a 7 mile repaving project. The road was almost void of traffic. It was one of the most pleasant road rides of my life.

The water down there is as cold as ice.

A fly fisherman's paradise.

Miles and miles of openness, a rancher's dream.

A reservoir with ducks and stuff in it.

This house must have a story to tell, out there in nowhere all by itself.

Barbra and Matt, a German couple we met going west.

There he is, a fly fisherman.

These trees are dying from a bug.

I just thought this was a cool shot.

Some girls out for a weekend ride. They slowed down to talk with us.

I just love Colorado.

Another slow shutter shot from yours truly.

There was a group of about 20 motor cycle riders that came by.

We met there people at the top of Willow Creek Pass, they were headed east.


Day 61, Hot Sulphur Springs to Walden, Colorado, “High Plains & Mountain Passes”. 62.32 miles

This morning saw temperatures in the low forties. I got up just before five, and put on extra warm cloths. The sun was still behind the mountains, but the sky was already lighted. I started getting my things together thinking that we would get an early breakfast, and come back to the room to finish packing for an early start. The only problem was, nothing in Hot Sulphur Springs opened till 7 o’clock.
By the time we finally got rolling, it was well after 8. The sun was high above the horizon, and the temperature had risen into the upper 50”s. I didn’t need any of the cold weather gear now, so I had put them back into my pack. It was a beautiful morning. Clear skies, light traffic, and the scenery was magnificent. I always manage to find the time to thank our Lord above for these special moments. I realize now more than ever before, that life doesn’t come by chance. It is by Divine guidance that we are blessed with so much good in our lives. I also believe that the more you appreciate what is so graciously given to us, the more you become aware of the blessings that are come our way. That leave little time for complaining and negativity on our part. I wish more people would understand that. Anyway, as we headed north on route 40, we were rewarded by some of natures grandest sights. I must tell you, I enjoy Colorado more than any of the other states we have come across so far.
A few miles out of town, we turned on to route 128, this was even better. Hardly any traffic at all. The sign on our right read, “Moose In The Area”. How cool was that, we were going to see moose. This is where the climbing starts. Throughout the day, we would have climbed roughly 3,500 feet in total elevation gain. The scenery was so spectacular throughout the ride, that the climbing really didn’t bother us at all. They were never steep climbs. According to my GPS, we averaged about 20 feet per minute on these climbs. None exceeding more than about a five percent grade. The valleys opened up into wide expanses bordered by tree covered mountains with streams that snaked their way through marshes and washes. I enjoyed every minute of our journey.
Our biggest climb today came at Willow Creek Pass, at 9,621 feet. It intersected the Great Divide. There we met a group of motor cycle tourist who were headed east. They were very nice folks, and we spent about 20 minutes talking with them and checking out their bikes. They all had big Harleys, and Lisa spoke their lingo. We offered to take their pictures, and they took ours. it was all good. After that, it was mostly down hill to the high desert plains where the last 20 or so miles were relatively flat, with a slight head wind just to make things interesting. I never saw any moose, but we are told that Walden is the moose capital of Colorado. So tomorrow we might have our chance.
At 40 miles into the ride, we stopped in the town of Rand for lunch, The map said that there is a restaurant and a gas station here. Wrong! All there was, was The Rand Store that sold mostly books and collectable items. They did have cold drinks and snacks. So lunch today was soda and potato chips. After leaving Rand, we made a bee line for Walden. I don’t think we stopped even once. We pulled into Rand at about 5 o’clock. About 45 minutes before a thunder storm moved in. How lucky was that? Or maybe it wasn’t luck at all. Remember the thing about being thankful? I think so…………………….. Tonight we are at the north Park Inn and Suite. In a beautiful brand new wing that is only 4 weeks old.
Tomorrow we will be in Saratoga, Wyoming. Bye bye Colorado, we will miss your beauty. Good night, Ted.

Day 60, Dillon to Hot Sulphur Springs.

On the road to Kremmling. We lost two thousand feet on today's ride.

The Green Mountain Res. Route 30 took us around it with almost no vehicle traffic and spectacular views.

We met this you east bounder on our way to Kremmling. She was traveling alone, and did not have a dead line to reach the east coast. Sorry, didn't get her name.

These mountains still have snow on them from last winter, And occasional they will get off season storms that blow in with the front.

We have gone around these mountains and are now on the west of them.

Yes, these are Llamas. Tame ones of course, but we saw a herd of them, and one was on the out side of the fence.

Lisa spotted this deer. It jumped into the river to cross.

The Green Mountain Res. We rode all the way around it.

Yesterday we were at 11,542 feet, today we got down to about 7,500.

Just one of the many small ranches we saw along the way.

More breath taking scenery while riding.

A cool mountain stream. They look inviting, but the water is ice cold.

While on one of my breaks, I took this shot. i must have taken about 200 pics. today.

Here's another one.

This is the Blue River. It feeds the Green Mountain Res.

In places, the river resembles a lake.

Out route took us along the Blue River for quite some distance. I like riding next to rivers. It means the route is relatively flat.

I shot this from the bike path leading out of Dillon.

Some roads have great big wide shoulders. And some of them have nothing.



Day 60, Dillon to Hot Sulphur Springs, Colorado. “Rocky Mountain High”. 60.79 miles.

The Rocky Mountains Offer a variety of out door activities. No where else on our trip did we see so many people out and about, than we have seen here in Colorado. Weather it be cycling, hiking, boating, you name it. The people here know how to take advantage of this beautiful natural play ground. Everywhere you look, there seems to be eye popping scenery, the likes we have never seen in Kansas, just one state over.
We left Dillon pretty early, thanks to the
Continental Breakfast at the Super 8. Although it was a bit nippy, I elected to ride with just my normal jersey and bike shorts. I knew that it would heat up soon enough, and didn’t want to hassle with taking stuff off while riding………………… We made our way down to route 9 that would take us right all the way into Kremmling with a spur on to route 30 around the Great Mountain Reservoir. As we turned onto route 30, we were rewarded by breath taking scenery of the lake and surrounding area. We encountered several elderly bikers out on pleasure rides. Route 30 has almost no traffic, and the road was is very good condition. We saw deer in the wild on a few occasions, amazing animals when seen in the wild. Once back on route 9, the traffic picked up intensely, forcing us to get completely off the road several times when these big RV’s would come flying by taking up the whole road. It was like that for about 16 or 17 miles.
We stopped in Kremmling and had lunch at an authentic Mexican restaurant. I had the Enchiladas, and left the place stuffed, but still able to ride. It was just 16 mile to Ho Sulphur Springs, our destination for the day. We took a right going north on route 40. It had less traffic, but still no shoulder. There were very little hills today, so we were able to maintain a fairly moderate average speed. We rode though a gorge that had been cut to accommodate a railroad, as well as highway traffic. They did not make provisions for cyclists, so once again, we were forced off the road for our own safety when ever these large RV’s came by. Tonight we are at the Ute Trail Motel here in Hot Sulphur Springs. Tomorrow we will try to make it to Walden, about 61 miles. Thank you all for staying with us. Aloha, Ted.