GRMA Day 7: Perfect Start to Four Weeks in the Rockies
Click here for GPS Tracking Map. Note the three forays west and then east.
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It seems like it took a while to get the Great Rocky Mountain Adventure started, but today it started in ernest. Perfect weather, good roads and, naturally, great scenery. The Ultra Classic logged a little more than 360 miles today and 300 of that was in the mountains. I can only hope that the rest of the trip lives up to the standards set today.
In addition to riding through great mountain scenery, I shot half a dozen antelope, several deer and a couple of buffalo. I may mount them in my North Carolina cabin if I can find the right frames. By “shot,” I mean with a camera, of course.
Today’s route was planned intentionally to take me into and out of the mountains three times so I could extend the ride and get a full measure of twisties. Only 30 miles after I left Pueblo, I was climbing steadily and headed into my first of three passes into the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Into and over the Sangre de Cristo, then south for a 20-30 miles in a valley formed by the Sangre de Cristo on my left and the Cimarron or Taos Ranges on my right, then back east to the Interstate, then back west again. Without the back and forth, today’s ride could have been done in three hours on I-25 instead of nine great hours on the twisties.
All three of the westward jaunts were great, but the best was the last one racing up Cimarron Canyon, a steep, narrow canyon with massive walls of crenelated granite sliced by the Cimarron River for eons. The eastern end of Cimarron Canyon marks the end of the Great Plains and the beginning of the Rocky Mountains: Look eastward and you can see flat land stretching for many miles; look westward and the horizon is a mile or less as the tree-covered mountains rise to block the view. Much of the Cimarron Canyon road had been resurfaced within the last year or two and leaning into the curves and accelerating through the towering trees along the rapidly flowing river provided a tremendous adrenaline rush. The temperature also dropped about 10 degrees every time I left the plains and rode into the mountains; the first, early-morning westward climb was done in my heated jacket as the temperature slipped into the chilly 50s.
I stopped frequently today to absorb breathtaking views, read informative historical markers, examine interpretive roadside displays and take pictures. Lots of pictures. Had I stopped every time I wanted to take another picture I’d still be on the road, reaching into my tour pack to grab the camera and then trying to decide which direction to point it. During the next four weeks I may suffer from an acute case of scenic overdose. If so, it’s a malady I welcome.
Pie report: An obscenely huge slice of Boston Creme Pie at the Alpine Rose Cafe in Walsenburg. The Alpine Rose was one of those “not-available-next-to-the-Interstate” places and it was fun talking to other customers about small town cafes and about the Denver Broncos with the superfan who runs the place. She also made the pie.
Below is the gallery of my trophy animals. All walked (or bounded) away following each shot. No animals were harmed in the writing of this blog.