Before it was light I saw an elk standing on the side of the road. A car coming in the other direction saw it just as it drove by, and squealed it's brakes as it slowed to look. That got the elk ambling off before I could stop and get at my camera. It was still pretty cool. The early morning was chilly, but I had all my gear with me, and was comfortable. As we climbed, the views stretched out on the horizon.
Occasionally there was a break in the trees and you were able to see the road cut into the mountain ahead of you. I thought the sign announcing you were now at 2 miles above sea level was neat, but we still had more than 1600 feet to climb. The high point today would be 12,183 feet, and we would be above 11,000 feet for more than 8 miles.
I made it to the first aid station at mile 21 by 8:00am. We were at a pulloff that has to give you some of the most spectacular views of the park that you could hope for. We were in the 11,000 feet+ section, and just a few miles from the high point. The road rose and fell over the next several miles, but never went down too far. We were told that there was a herd of elk ahead, but it was hard to spot them up the slope in the distance and still keep your bike on the road. I saw a photographer with a long lens leaning on his car and stopped to see what he was shooting. Several elk were lying, and standing, up the mountainside.
Once the road turned down, it really turned down. There was some great descending for mile after mile. There were some switchbacks that required caution, but there were several sections that were ideal for a speedy ride down. As we neared the other side of the park the road levelled out some, but still trended downhill all the way to Granby. We did fight a little bit of a headwind, but the ride was a good one.
Even with several stops for pictures, and sometimes just to gawk at the incredible scenery, I still finished the 62 mile ride to Granby by early afternoon. Sherpaville was still being set up, but the organizers set up the tents for shade, put out some cold Cokes and chocolate chip cookies out for our refreshment, and as riders came in we sat in the shade and compared notes on the great day on a bike we had just experienced.
I had lunch at Hub Grub, got a pic of Theo, the Sherpa Packer, and took a brief nap during the afternoon rainshower, and read, visited, and enjoyed the views of the clouds and mountains from the plains of Granby.
I borrowed this shot from Theo's Facebook page to give you a look at Norm. He's a 70-something gentleman who is the elder statesman of CRMBT. He is the only rider to have don all 4 years of this tour, and the hailstorm this year on the ride to Estes Park was the first time he ever has had to SAG.
One day to go to finish this year's CRMBT. I was still feeling good about my ride up Mt Evans, but this ride through RMNP has to be one of the most beautiful days I've ever had on a bike. Tomorrow's ride doesn't present nearly the altitudes or obstacles we've seen already, but it is 102 miles to get back to Edwards, so it's one more early day in the saddle.