Those were a couple shots after Park City, the scenery was beautiful and canyon-ish, then ascending into the high desert of Wyoming. Kind of awesome. Especially when I passed the guy wearing neon pink socks up to his knees, a red and white striped stalking cap and pushing shopping cart. In the middle of nowhere. Aside from that, I was able to spot a few antelope, the continental divide and a few gas stations
Yep, that was Wyoming.
I followed a couple for maybe a hundred miles in a black F-150, pulling over at the same gas station as them and getting into a little conversation. Apparently I had made their trip a little more interesting as they kept referring to conversations on the ride about what I was doing... The wife had asked if I was getting better gas mileage drafting, but the husband told her I was too far away... they thought I was going to pass a few times, they were talking about how I was taking the same exit as them. I'm happy to have made a portion of their trip that much more exciting.On 287 I passed a rattlesnake on the road. It was curled up and not hit yet. I didn't see what it was and instinctively avoided it. Its funny how I actually thought that I went through the snakes striking range and it could have grabbed my leg.
The excitement for the day was not until I reached Fort Collins, when I realized that somehow my spare gas can had been pressed against my muffler, and leaked out somewhere between there and Laramie. I physically do not see how it could have reached this, and unfortunately half suspected the seedy looking group of bikers that I ran into at the last gas station. I was kind of bummed at this, but ended having the joy stolen from me returned not much later.
As I cruised down my final stretch of 25 towards Denver, the cars started to back up. I didn't know what the scenario that awaited, just bummed that I could smell Denver so close and it was being taken away from me. As I was considering my options, a bike rode down in between lanes. I realized while in Oregon this is illegal, in California it was not, and I had no clue if it was or not here. After having a couple of vehicles close off the center lane after the bike in front of me, I decided the shoulder was the best option. After I peaked the crest of the hill, I could see the traffic just go off to the next peak of the horizon and just keep going. I'll be honest, I felt guilty a little as I drove by everyone else, a trail of bikes growing behind me, but really, not that guilty....[Any legal entities reading this should note that this last paragraph was only a hypothetical situation merely intended for reader's potential pleasure, the writer of this blog did not break the law or intend to. If what was written is against the law.]
And I got into Denver. I was very thankful to pull up to my friend's house. Andrew and Melissa greater me, Joshua, the oldest of the little tyrants (adorable, precocious little things they are) put his hand on the muffler after he had been warned to avoid it. He was brave and washed his hands in cold water. They cooked me dinner and offered me a beer. It was fantastic. All the while, the kids punched, kicked, climbed, sat in time out, were super cute, cried and laughed. Joshua said that his tooth was loose but didn't want it to hurt. I offered to pull it out after dinner and to my surprise he said he'd think about it. It came out as I asked him the pros and cons of pulling the tooth out. We had ice cream on the roof and watched bats fly about through our view of the sunset and city. Not a bad evening.
Some (better) pictures not taken with my smartphone are here, check them out!
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