I was excited to go riding into these mountains .
A few blocks from our hotel in Dillon, I jumped on this bike path on top of a dam.
Four miles to Frisco. This is one of the nicest bike paths I've ridden on.
Hard to say when it's going to start showering.
Entering the resort town of Breckenridge. I followed a bike trail all the way from Frisco to get here... awesome.
Leaving Breckenridge after pausing at the Starbucks (the only place open this early on Sunday) for a muffin and some juice.
Lots of seasonal cabins up in these valleys. I'm starting to really gain altitude now, and my lungs can feel it. Hard to get enough oxygen to keep the legs from burning.
Four miles to go to the top. Still no rain.
I'm expecting to get wet any minute now.
Made it. Now the rain covers come out, as I'm starting to catch some sprinkles. Time to add some layers for the downhill to come (temps in the mid 40s this morning).
Preparing to drop down from the pass into this long valley.
Some glimpses of blue sky through the cloud layer.
Some long straight aways through the valley.
A tiny town at the mouth of the valley.
Cool old buildings.
Now the descent into this huge flat plain.
The final stretch leading to the climb up and out of the plain.
Working my way up the hill.
Looking back, I can see the rainfall approaching quickly.
After getting really dowsed for a while, I paused to find some dry space just to get out of the rain for a few minutes. When standing still, it feels like a moderate rainfall, but once you're moving at 20 mph, the drops sting your face, and it feels like a real downpour. The highway is picking up more and more traffic as well.
The remainder of the ride, I didn't take many pictures, as I was getting really soaked, and had to keep riding hard to stay warm. Lots of steep and realtively short hills rolling me through valley after valley. My glasses kept fogging up pretty badly whenever I was climbing and out of the cold breeze. Navigating through Denver was a little tricky, as was finding my way onto the 36, which runs up to Boulder. Each new hill was a test for my legs, which had never gone this far in one day before.
Finally, getting close to Boulder. The rain has let up.
The bike and I were filthy after the ride. Wet dirty feet.