A little good, a little bad
Yesterday’s gravel and bridge issues were behind us as we planned on hitting the road for a longer motorcycle ride to Independence Pass. Independence Pass is a remarkably beautiful road connecting Leadville to Aspen. The pass is typically closed all the time due to its sheer altitude and the level of danger involved with navigating the hairpin turns. Any ice on the road could send a vehicle to a not-so-pleasant landing.
From the campsite in Routt Nat’ Forest to Kremmling we enjoyed a well tempered run. After Kremmling was misery. I missed the memo telling me the ENTIRE highway between Silverthorne and Kremmling was being redone… Completely… But we got through it, went shopping in Dillon and enjoyed a beautiful mountain ride to Leadville and by beautiful mountain ride, I mean cold cold cold.
Leadville has to be one of my absolute favorite tourist towns of all time. The people seem friendly, the sun is warm, and the hostel is by far one of the best in the world. I consulted a map while having lunch and we figured it would be best not to try and race the sun and rain clouds but to go to my favorite hostel and spend the night. Rooms and beds are well priced and I know the owners. When we met with one of the owners, Kathy, I noticed she was working alone doing what tasks are typically done by the head hancho, Wild Bill. Wild Bill is one of those guys you instantly like and get along with. His smile warmed the room and made you feel welcomed. I asked Kathy where Bill was and if he was out on an adventure or something.
Kathy has a hesitant moment of grief that only slightly could be seen. She looks at me directly in the eye and tells me how Wild Bill was in a car accident in June (2015) and passed away. I was taken completely aback. I’ve been going to this hostel at least once a year for probably 5 years and so not seeing Bill anymore was a shock, but to find out he passed away was like losing someone close. I’m going to miss his wisdom and stories. Rest in peace Bill, you are missed.
Settled up and off to Aspen we go.
Leadville sits at an altitude of 10,200 feet above see level (give or take). So, riding to the pass that has switch backs and hairpin turns really tells us how high we were getting. At the continental divide we were quite above the treeline. This ride was by far the greatest motorcycle trip I have ever been on.
You just can’t argue with God’s gift to Colorado.
The ride was AMAZING, but we watched the sky grow dark and the rain start to pelt us hard, it was time to head to the hostel. This was a CoLd ride back.
With numb hands and a wet crotch (rain pants leaked at a very important seam). We opted to get dinner first. Now, I am not a qualified food critic, but if you want little choices and yet get the greatest cut of meat cooked to perfection, you head to Quincy’s and eat whatever their only dish is (there is a vegitarian option, but nuts to that). I truly wish I could describe the delicious tastes, but my vocabulary fails me.
It was good, end of story.