As I am about to write this post I get the sensation that it is getting awfully repetitive... we wake up, we climb a giant mountain, and the we descend into an awesome and new landscape. Well we did this again today... Only thing different is that Jacob won a medal today for the largest wipe out.
G and C were waiting for J on the gravel road descending the mountain. Jacob had his phone out and was taking pictures as he was quickly approaching. The iPhone lens is apparently different than a human eye. G + C appeared further than they really were through the iPhone lens, so when Jacob finally took his eye off the phone he was dangerously close to the guys. He swerved and slammed the gravel road pretty hard.
Oh yeah.. we also did some rock climbing today! The best thing about not racing this route is that you have the freedom to do what you please and act impulsively. As we were strolling through the canyonside, Geoff yelled "man, I wish we could climb these rocks". After an encouraging look from Cam, the three of us stopped to do some bouldering.
SAFELY (moms and dads), we climbed the rocks and pretended we were bandits for quite some time. We found some cool little nooks and crannies, and realized how dumb it is to rock climb in bike cleats. It was truly a blast though.
We eventually exited the canyon ridden land and rode into a large basin boasting massive mountains on the far side. We arrived to the small town of La Garita for lunch and continued on for Del Norte to spend the night. We biked by the local park where we saw fellow dividers camped out. After chatting with them, we learnt that it was free to camp in the park and the maintenance guys promised to turn the sprinklers off.
It was about 10:30pm and shortly after a discussion of how awesome the first rainless day of Colorado had been when suddenly we heard a hissing sound. Seconds later, we saw 20 sprinkler heads or so pop up and start destroying us and all the tents in site. I guess God just wants us soaked for our entire Colorado stay. What a scramble. Pitch black, high pressure water coming at us in all directions, and all of our goodies on the table vulnerable to get soaked. We ran around like madmen shipping all of our stuff to the dry parking lot. It looked like we were running through a mine field. We ended up transporting our tents and all our belongings to a nearby dry spot. Lucky for us we were still awake... The others tenting there had been asleep. Little bit more of a struggle for them.
Carnero Pass... We are now entering Southern Colorado. All the names are starting to sound Spanish.
Hints of New Mexico
Boys will be boys
Best lunch stop yet
ha ha ha
Riding into a little gulch.
The following three photos are a time lapse of Jacobs spill. Way to capture it, Jakey!
Why don't more people live here!?!?
Ride into Del Norte. The range in the distance is tomorrow's problem.
What soaked us the night before... They lasted until the morning. Thank goodness the other two rejected Cam's idea the night prior of "Guys lets just get in our tents and wait it out. They gotta shut off at some point".
relocated tent site.