8/18/10: There are many problems with blogging. On the road you have to rely on the WiFi of others to stay current and reguritate your daily rumnations. Otherwise the days begin to blend and the details are lost in a haze of other once amazing details. I think about what I am going to write so much that it is often stale by the time I actually write, perhaps, I have even changed my opinion from morning to evening, and I am sick of myself by the time I settle down to put words on the computer.
This morning we took one of the most beautiful rides I have experienced. Wolf Creek Pass. For reasons I can't explain the ride was perfect Colorado. As we got further into the ride I began thinking that if it wasn't for my family and friends I would wish that my father had retired to Colorado. I felt as though I had found my place. The mountains were all green, lush trees, until we came upon one long turn in the road that looked back over a luscious green meadow. You cannot help but use the word green when describing Colorado. Sometimes as you are riding there will be a beautiful stone wall on one side, and trees bordering a stream on the other. And often you are the only people on the longest stretches of road. They seem to go on forever. Occasionally the greenery gives way to amazing red mountains that glow when the sun hits them-just right. And the ranches-gigantic and stretching out forever.
We stopped at another small town called Creede and had an outstanding lunch and a great time walking around. Once again this town is surrounded by huge mountains making it picturesque and quaint.
Our destination for the evening was Lake City. I had make a reservation at a place called the Matterhorn Motel. Here's where I realized I had lost my glasses. I will only say that I took care of business, but things were pretty grim.
I was up most of the night reading Eat Pray Love thinking that maybe Liz did have something to share. More tomorrow. Jenson
This morning we took one of the most beautiful rides I have experienced. Wolf Creek Pass. For reasons I can't explain the ride was perfect Colorado. As we got further into the ride I began thinking that if it wasn't for my family and friends I would wish that my father had retired to Colorado. I felt as though I had found my place. The mountains were all green, lush trees, until we came upon one long turn in the road that looked back over a luscious green meadow. You cannot help but use the word green when describing Colorado. Sometimes as you are riding there will be a beautiful stone wall on one side, and trees bordering a stream on the other. And often you are the only people on the longest stretches of road. They seem to go on forever. Occasionally the greenery gives way to amazing red mountains that glow when the sun hits them-just right. And the ranches-gigantic and stretching out forever.
We stopped at another small town called Creede and had an outstanding lunch and a great time walking around. Once again this town is surrounded by huge mountains making it picturesque and quaint.
Our destination for the evening was Lake City. I had make a reservation at a place called the Matterhorn Motel. Here's where I realized I had lost my glasses. I will only say that I took care of business, but things were pretty grim.
I was up most of the night reading Eat Pray Love thinking that maybe Liz did have something to share. More tomorrow. Jenson
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