I’m up early to load the bike and am greeted
with a transparent view of the Rocky Mountains just outside my door
(photo 1).
Rod and Sandy had suggested Colorado Route #7 out of Estes Park since
they considered it to be a more picturesque route. This turned out
to be a very pleasant and unspoiled ride past a pretty little lake
(photo 2). Highway 7 connected with Highway 72, which connected
with highway 119 past the gambling town of Blackhawk, then over to
highway #6 to Colorado 470, which took me to Highlands Ranch. Got
all that?
The whole of the route was a relaxing way to see part of the western
slope of Colorado. Down through narrow canyons, alongside fast running
rivers, past one of Colorado’s two gambling centers, to my son, Steven’s
house. My, what big mountains you have Steven. It took me about
three and one-half-hours to travel only 111 miles, which shows that
I wasn’t in any hurry.
I had to wait in one town for a bicycle race to go through. Since
I was on a motorcycle, the police officer decided to let me go ahead
since I don’t take up much room on the road and wouldn’t interfere
with the racers (photos 3, 4, & 5). I almost felt like
one of those motorcycle escorts you see in the Tour de’France. That
reminds me. I’ve got to lose some weight.
When I pull into the driveway at Steve and Peggy’s (photo 6),
only Patty and Karen Rush, (Peggy’s sister and niece) were home babysitting
my granddaughter, Jordan. The rest of that Saturday and Sunday I
spend at Steve’s, enjoying my family.
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