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Colors Galore

  • Our chains after a snowy day. The Canyon of the Gunnison. Nights above 3000 meters. The endless ribbon of tar crossing the state, our route. Black.
  • Rocks and cliffs in the San Miguel river valley. Beans in chili sauce. Tail lights in the fog. The flower on Fireworks’s handlebar. Our cheeks after a climb. Red.
  • Snow capped peaks over 4000 meters high. Snow and hail falling on 2 bikers attempting to pass over the Dallas Divide. Clouds looming over us, saying “Watch out”. White. (Well… whitish gray).
  • Spruces, pines and budding aspen leaves finally coming out after an 8-month winter. Fireworks. Green.
  • Granola. Dry wintering grass. Log cabins. Wood fences. Elks (were they really?). Brown
  • Our windbreakers. Clear skies on happy days. Water, whether it’s ice cold rivers or hot springs and tubs. Dynamite. Blue.

As we crossed the state border, they said “Welcome to Colorful Colorado”. A land inviting us to paint our own adventures, climb every mountain and ford every stream.

But some of Colorado’s best treats don’t come in colors: downhills, full & happy bellies after a day’s ride, tailwinds, and catching your breath at the summit of a mountain pass.

So ride on.

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Bryce and Beans

“I CAN’T DO THIS!!! My horse is trying to toss me off the cliff!!! I’m much too scared!!! “.

My wife was fighting her deepest fears (i.e. horseback riding and heights) to offer me such a beautiful anniversary present. As I watched the scene helplessly, holding tightly on the reins of my mule, all I could do was hope our cowboy/guide could calm her and the horse down.

“It’s gonna be all right Sis’. Just trust your horse. He likes himself too much to run off the cliff. If you can’t stand it, just close your eyes” said Jim the Cowboy.

Close your eyes in Bryce Canyon. Now that’s a strange idea. Here of all places. You want to keep your eyes open and let the unbelievable sink in. At least in the cases of the Grand Canyon or Zion, you can kind of “understand” what’s going on. But Bryce defies all comprehension.

After a few deep breaths and some reassuring, things started to calm down and the horses started to relax. So all we had to do from there was sit back and enjoy the ride. So we did. And with our eyes wide open, too.

As for the rest of the journey in southern Utah along the historic Mormon trails, it’s just been one unbelievable sight after another.  As cold weather and headwinds tried to creep in, we took our noble steeds (the bikes, not mules) and headed out, biking, camping, and celebrating our daily accomplishments in the evening around a feast of our favorite menu, rice and beans!.

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