Right now we are staying in Silverton, in Mark and Sarah’s caboose.
We will have plenty more blog posts from this trip when we get home. For now I will write about my ride yesterday because I am sitting in the sun at the end of the caboose looking at it.
When we arrived in town late yesterday, Alex suggested that I ride up Kendall Mountain (see pic) I thought it was a stupid idea so I did it. It’s a tough climb up a rutted loose road from 9300 to 13066 feet (3982 metres). At the top there are still snowdrifts across the road so I had to get off and push my bike over them.
The very top has no road which required a hand and foot scramble in bike shoes. I made it, spurred on by not daring to disappoint My fiancée.
I reached the top just in time for sunset and the most amazing view which I won’t share with you because I didn’t pack a camera (nor enough water).
The ride down in the quickly fading light i.e. dark was not too much fun. I returned into Silverton at 9:30pm, a full half hour before Alex was going to send her own rescue party, and too late for dinner at the POW, though the drinks were still flowing.
nice caboose