Day 57 – Blanding UT to Natural Bridges

Today felt like a real adventure. It’s the first day that I need to be careful about my provisions because I’m headed out into the desert and the next grocery store is 125 miles from my start. No option for calling a cab or picking a cute B&B to hole up in.

I made sure to stock up before I left with a trip to the grocery store where I laid in supplies for the next 48 hours. Also I have a spare 2 gallon container for water that I usually just use at my campsite but I put an extra gallon in that too. So leaving town I was as heavy as I’ve been the whole trip.

After leaving town I turned out into the desert and was enjoying perfect temps and overcast skies. It could be a lot hotter than it was today but that was no issue and for that I’m very grateful.

Nearing the park, the landscape begins to get more rugged. This shot taken while I huffed and puffed my way through another one lane construction zone.
Beginning to look a lot like Utah.

After 10 miles or so I made a short climb to a huge cut in the rock. As I approached this gap I couldn’t believe that a highway engineer would cut such a huge gash in solid rock – the chunk they took out of the hill was over 150′ deep, and not just any old hillside – this was close to solid rock. But the deed was done and I went through it and out into an amazing valley. Turns out the rock the highway cut through was part of a long canyon wall on the edge of “Combs Wash”. I was on the lookout for it because I knew I had a 2000 ft climb that started there.

Not all highway construction bothers me but this just seemed unfortunate.
The bluffs on the other side of the “cut” and Combs Wash to the left.
I stopped to see these Anasazi ruins.

The climb was long and slow and the vast open beauty of southern Utah kept me entertained for the next 20 miles or so. Then I had a tough choice. My intended destination tonight was Hite, which is basically just a gas station on Lake Powell. That would be a 75 mile day which is about right for this terrain. But at mile 36 I came to the turnoff for Natural Bridges National Monument. I’d seen it on the map but put off the decision whether or not to visit to now. There’s a campground at the park but it’s 5 miles off course (10 round trip). In the end I couldn’t resist taking the detour to see the bridges.

Indian paintbrush.

After getting to the visitor center it became apparent that if I was actually going to see the bridges, I’d need to stop for the night. They aren’t just sitting there at the visitor center and it’s a 9 mile loop to see the three main bridges. So I set up my tent and went to explore the park, knowing that tomorrow I’ll either 1) have a 50 mile day with dinner from a gas station + Clif bars or 2) I’ll need to put in a 95 mile day tomorrow to make it to Hanksville where there are hotels and restaurants and other trappings of civilization. We’ll have to figure that out tomorrow but my money’s on the long day with a hotel at the end.

The familiar afternoon clouds begin to pull together as I head down to the canyon where the bridges can be seen.

I only had time to hike down to one bridge but I could see all three from the loop. The hike to the bottom of the canyon was harder than I thought after my big climb this morning. But being right under the bridge gives you a much better impression of how big they are. The one I hiked down to is called Sipapu and it’s 220′ high and 268′ across the span. That’s huge!

View from the canyon rim.
Sipapu bridge from the rim.
Hiking down inside the canyon.
From the trail
Sipapu bridge from the canyon floor
Approximately the point of view from which I fell completely asleep while lying on solid rock and looking up at the bridge.
Owachomo bridge during the monsoon rain. You might have to zoom in to see the bridge.

The name of the park is almost unfortunate because it puts all the focus on the bridges. But the canyon itself is huge, multicolored, and has these beautiful curved sandstone sides that might be an attraction itself, without the bridges.

After climbing out from the hike down to the first bridge, I opted to just see the other two from the road. At the second one the breezes kicked up and the sky got that dark hue that only means one thing in this part of the world. Seems that I didn’t leave the monsoons behind in Colorado. Today I have the luck of being on a bike, riding up a hill on the day when the park gets half of its annual rainfall.

Not like the storms sneak up on you anyway.

When the first few drop fell I put on my jacket and then the skies let loose for real. The quantity of water in the air for a few minutes there was simply unbelievable. I was soaking, but not too cold. Once again I felt like today its my job to make everybody feel warm and cozy in their cars. I just kept plugging along and even stopped to see the third bridge, Owachomo, in the pouring rain. As I was drenched and pedaling slowly uphill in the downpour I began to have second thoughts about adventure, but even at seemingly low points there is incredible beauty around and I was able to find the “one who enjoys the rain.”

And then, just as soon as it started, it was over, and the blue skies return. So here I sit, mooching electricity off the visitors center and trying to dry out with the remaining hour of sun on my back.

The desert colors look more vibrant after the rain as the skies begin to clear.
My kitchen or maybe lab for conducting food preparation experiments.
Time for bed. As I woke up in the middle of the night there were so many stars. The park is a “dark skies park” and it made stargazing fantastic. I saw 2 shooting stars in a short period and could clearly make out the Milky Way.

Day 56 – Dolores CO to Blanding UT

I lucked out at the Cozy Comfort last night and my host invited me inside for the night. It turns out that there have been bears raiding in town for food and they were concerned about me sleeping outside. So I got the “yoga room” for my own last night, which saved me pitching a tent and was comfy indeed. It also meant it was easy to get out and on the road this morning.

Brenda also told me about how they came to run a campground in Dolores. I’ve stayed in a lot of campgrounds in my day and Brenda and Tony don’t exactly fit the mold. Actually, they run it really well, which is kind of what’s unusual. So many campgrounds are run really half-assed – poor hygiene, a lot of things in disrepair, and generally kind of low class. So I was curious to hear about how they came to be there. It seems that Tony and Brenda both have successful businesses in the Phoenix area awhile back. They summered in Colorado and bought the campground as a way to help pay for their home away from home. But both of their careers were tied to the real estate market and in 2008 when the market crashed they were hit hard. They worked for awhile to run the campground in the summer, and were working on restarting their businesses when they decided that the campground was really enough for them. It’s low stress and they get to spend all of their time in their “vacation house”. So they made a conscious decision to put lifestyle ahead of the rat race and have been happy with that choice. Their story echoed in my mind all day today as I headed out into the high desert of western Colorado and eastern Utah.

Today was a gorgeous day from start to finish – perfect 70 – 80F temps for riding, and few breezes to contend with, and mostly at my back when they were up. Sweet Mariah has been very good to me this trip. The good weather put me in good spirits and the 80 miles today went quickly.

And what a difference a day makes. The landscape this morning hardly seems from the same planet if you compare the view at 9:00AM yesterday to 9:00 AM today. As I pedaled west out of Dolores, the mountains can still be seen to the east but they’re already a memory. Today most of the landscape is sage, mesas, little canyons and dusty soil.

I saw a lot of agriculture today on the Colorado side. No coincidence; where there’s water for irrigation, there’s agriculture, with a few exceptions (see pinto beans below).  I even saw an “historic apple orchard” for sale with “awesome Mesa Verde water rights.”
In CA we’ve gotten rid of most of these old irrigation systems. No need to throw water everywhere when you can drip it where you need it. They are pretty though.
I’m a sucker for old junky cars and trucks. The shapes of the older models just have so much more character than modern cars. Their more organic. This one more organic than most.
I just love the colors and textures of this old Dodge. They match today’s landscape.
I swear I didn’t set this up.
My new favorite ranch name – the flying wheel. Those clouds kept it cool today too.
Fields of flowers look too dense to be wild.
View from the handlebars on the Colorado side. The roads were great today with big, wide shoulders and rumble strips to warn if anybody was in my “lane”.

I passed through the little town of Dove Creek Colorado this morning. Dove Creek’s distinction is that it is the self-titled “pinto bean capital of the US.” Indeed I saw several “bean mills” where beans are traded and stored. They don’t claim to produce the most pinto beans, but the best pinto beans. Apparently they’ve revitalized some heirloom pinto bean strains here. The soil is perfect for them, they don’t typically need irrigation, but the early farmers had to fight the sage from reclaiming the planted fields. Nowadays there is some concern that the area is even drier than it used to be, so the pinto bean crop maybe in jeopardy.

Adios Colorado – buenos dias Utah. Utah, Nevada and then California. I’m feeling close to home.
The biggest welcome sign yet, and the most decorated.
Enjoying the skies on the Utah side. The turbines of Monticello are already in view.
Remembering a sculpture in the Oakland museum… Oh and yes, those ARE bones laying nearby.
The rolling hills were broken up with lots of these little rocky canyons.
Monticello had a big zephyr power farm to the north of town.
In Monticello (my first town in Utah) I immediately start to see Utah icons – Maveriks stores, Zions bank, and the angle Moroni atop the local LDS temple.
One of the old places in Verdure, a little town that is all but gone.

All of this scenery and adventure and I spent about $50 today – $15 for my campsite, another $35 for food and snacks. The correlation between money spent and happiness breaks down once your basic needs are met. One of the lasting (I hope) adjustments to my attitude as I continue on this journey is that my time is getting more dear, more precious to me. It’s a cliche, but it’s really all we’ve got so don’t waste it. Thanks Brenda and Tony for that gift to ponder today.

Day 55 – Telluride to Dolores CO

I had to pry myself out of Telluride this morning. Such a beautiful setting and I met such great people, that pedaling away wasn’t easy. Literally – it was uphill to boot. But over the last week I’m missing Megan and Jonah more and the pull home is stronger so I pedal on.

I only have one more big pass in Colorado and it’s on tap this morning. By climbing to Telluride I’m much of the way there already, but still have to do the low-O2 part of getting over the 10,200 ft “Lizard Head” pass. Points for best-named pass so far, with “Hardscrabble” a close 2nd.

It’s Sunday morning and traffic was quiet as I made the climb under sunny skies as far as the eye could see. I saw Elk on my way out of town, and the approach to the pass was one of the most beautiful spots on this whole trip – complete Julie Andrews “Hills are Alive” moments all over as I passed cliffs, bluffs, peaks and lakes. All just as green as could be. Again I think photography is a weak substitute for being here but its all I can offer.

Would these be teenager bull elk? Their horns were still covered in fuzz.
Meadow flowers under Mt. Wilson (a “fourteener”). I didn’t investigate but I believe those are mine tailings scarring the mountainside.
Trout Lake looking east.
Approaching today’s pass. Cue Julie A.
I think it will be Western Utah before I hit a summit this high again. I hope all this high altitude training will make it easier next time. Honestly today wasn’t too hard though which is good. My legs never feel quite all there after a rest day.

The only thing I won’t miss about Colorado is riding in the rain. I seem to have hit the monsoon season square on and the afternoon rains are regular and sometimes long. This is all great news for the locals – Colorado has it’s drought years and there are a lot of folks downriver in Arizona and even California that get their water from here. So its good news in general but it can be hard to get miles in without some level of afternoon misery.

Given that intro, you can guess what my afternoon looked like. Just after making the summit, I headed down into a beautiful meadow, and then followed the emerging Dolores River down the valley. A few miles from the top, the wind kicked up in a now-familiar way, the darker parts of the sky began to pull together around the big peaks and the temperature began to drop. I had my rain gear on before the first drop this time but even so, when the clouds opened up my feet and hands were every bit as wet as if I’d dunked them in a bucket. Climbing in the rain is actually easier than descending – on the way down you don’t generate much body heat because it takes no effort, and you also have a 30 mph wind wicking all the heat out of your body. By the time I reached Rico, I was cold and wet and ready for a break (i.e. grumpy to boot).

I dropped into the local bar and grill for lunch and a warm up, quickly surrounding myself with my own personal rain puddle as I peeled off layers to warm up. I was missing home and family, and with being cold and wet, I wasn’t your ideal friendly bar guy.  But the mood in the place was very friendly and I met Kay and Tina who had seen me descending the pass and had lots of questions about my trip. There have been lots of ways that folks  have helped me on my way and they helped by getting me out of my shell through warm conversation and genuine interest in my story.

The ceiling was pasted with customers bills – quite a montage.

I headed on down the hill after lunch and the sky opened up again. But as I descended it began to get warmer, and the trees turned back to more deciduous ones. Getting into town here in Dolores, you can tell by the vegetation that they get a fraction of the water that I’ve seen up the hill.

Rock face. Take that how you will.
As I was taking pictures of the rock, a guy walking past offered to take my picture. He also gave me a very earnest “God Bless You” as I went on my way.

The RV park where I’m staying tonight – the Cozy Comfort. The hosts, Brenda and Tony, have been very welcoming and their park is great – cute, clean, and well kept.
Tony was tending hanging planters with cherry tomatoes and cucumbers. Cool idea – I hadn’t seen that before.

Day 54 – Rest Day in Telluride CO

How lucky am I? I put out the call on warmshowers for a place to stay and I have had the pleasure of staying with the Kramers for the last two nights. They are networkers in the best sense of the word – you know how some people or couples are hubs around which many people orbit? That is the Kramers. I’ve had the pleasure of staying in their lovely home in Telluride and sharing the best of everything they have for the last two days. They have been absolutely wonderful hosts and I’m very grateful to them for welcoming me into their home and their circle of friends.

We all can take guest hosting lessons from Don and Ilene – such gracious folks.

Having a place here has allowed me to explore Telluride in a way that I wouldn’t have otherwise, and have a little window into life here among the rich and famous. That’s not hyperbole here, it’s just a necessary condition for living here, unless you’ve been here a long time. And I’m not trying to attach t any other adjectives automatically to that. Everyone I’ve met has been warm, welcoming, attentive, caring – perhaps I’ve been lucky but if there is something real about a place having a positive vibe, this place has it –  because my encounters with folks have been overwhelmingly positive. Two thumbs up for Telluride and the people that call it home.

I can’t be here though and completely put aside race and class. Having had this wonderful experience here, you notice a lack of diversity (and I mean economic diversity), you can’t help but contemplate “how does it change a town when the entry level house is $1M and $3 or $4M is the norm. It misses some ethnic diversity too but misses more the rounding out of a population with non-millionaires. What’s missing? It’s lovely, but… and what comes after that “but” is more of a void than an answer – at least at this late hour.

The town has unparalleled mountain beauty. It’s surrounded by mountainsides and canyon walls on three sides. Every little 1200 sq ft house in town has been updated, painted in lovely, matching tones and most have lovely yards and gardens. Most were built in the late 1800s or early 1900s and have classic Western high-pitched roofs to shed the snow. I spent hours today just wandering the town and looking at the homes and thinking that my own home is in serious need of some sprucing up. Not sure we’d make it in the gates here.

Here’s a random sample of spots I noticed today. The other thing about Telluride is that its a pain to get to from anywhere in the world but if you get the chance, check it out.

My new friend Bailey.
And Choby has convinced me that poodles can be cool.
Hiking up Cornet Creek. This is an easy walk from downtown Telluride.
The falls on Cornet Creek – also easy walk from microbrews, gourmet tacos, espresso, high fashion – you name it.
The city water used to come down from this pipe above the falls back in the mining days.
From behind the falls, back towards T.
Yer average Telluride home, $4M ish.
Your daily dose of found bouquets and a presumably well-travelled Adirondack chair. Remember the Adirondacks?
A lot of cars/trucks with character here.
Cute storefronts and lefty causes make me feel warm and cozy but this is not where the war will be waged.
The “Galloping Goose” a kind of hybrid train/bus that ran on the railroads here up until the ’30s.
The Morgan M3 – with a 2 cylinder V-twin and painted like a British Spitfire. They are selling these new, now. No kidding – you can buy a new one in 2018.
I don’t think these are rolling off the production line anymore. My dad used to race a couple of cars that looked more or less like this.
Gnar tacos are worth the hype. This is the hot sauce.
From the museum for getting around the mines quickly. Pedal power is anything but new.
Telluride for all seasons.
Sunset from Mountain Village. I’ll be heading that direction tomorrow.

Day 53 – Ridgeway to Telluride CO

My eyes were on the weather forecast early today because I’d heard we were expecting early storms today. Many thanks again to Glenn, Jeff, Jim, Tommy, Monika, Jesse and Adam for hosting me last night. Since I didn’t have a tent to dry out I was on the road pretty early – hoping to get over today’s pass before the rain fell.

Heading out through the tall trees in the Uncompahgre Valley.
Red rocky bluffs abound here.

In Colorado a day’s progress is no longer measured in miles – it’s all about passes. So far I can do a pass a day – any more I think would be too much climbing. And today was tough because it was more like a pass and a half. I hadn’t expected such a climb up to Telluride (though I should have I guess – it is a ski resort after all).

After leaving the cabin I made the quick run back down to Ridgeway where I got distracted by the local farmers market. I picked up a delicious pastry and loaf of bread to take with me on the road. That will be lunch, or a gift for a warmshowers host.

Our bakers; “Don’t get into an arm wrestle with a baker.”
How to decide?
Lunch!

Leaving Ridgeway I had about a 10 mile climb to the Dallas Divide. As I was checking my map I was passed by three women cyclists who offered help if I needed it. I didn’t and thanked them (I think or did I just say I’m good which is a poor substitute). The climb was the typical Colorado style one – easy grade but long so I settled in and just enjoyed the scenery. The climb had an awesome view of the Mt. Sneffels range, a good shoulder, and sun on my back so all was good with the world.

I’m outpaced

I couldn’t help but push myself to keep up with their group. Ask my buddy Will but whenever I have a rider “in reach” in front of me I can’t help but push to keep up, even if its foolishly done on a 70 lb bike. I stayed with them for a bit and we stopped and chatted for awhile. They even offered to host me if I didn’t find a place which was very kind. Again this luxury of the cross country cyclist – so many people have reached out to help me on my way.

They lost me near the summit and I stopped to take pictures. When I got back on the bike I found I was more tired than I thought. The good news was I literally had a 13 mile descent with no need for pedaling. That’s the big Colorado payoff.

Nearing the summit. Mt. Sneffels range again.
Almost 9000 ft again. Sunday over 10k again.

By the time I reached Placerville at the bottom of the hill, the storms were closing in and I was still 20 miles from the Telluride area, where I hoped to spend the night. I hunkered down at the store, had a veggie sandwich and fell promptly asleep as the rain came down. Megan and Jonah will tell you I can sleep anywhere after lunch and I had a lovely nap while the storm played out.

Storms brewing again. Getting used to the daily rains now and they won’t psych me out of camping much anymore.  The clouds here are just amazing. 
Interesting red rocky bluffs in the San Miguel valley.

It cleared enough to get back on the bike and I made another long slow climb up the valley toward Telluride. After the rain the. San Miguel River made this amazing transition, in a matter of minutes, from clear and green to deep muddy red, and then back to clear and green again. The showers must have dumped a lot of the local red dirt in the river and when it stopped, the river color returned just as suddenly. I’ve never seen a river do that so quickly before.

The rains turned the water to muddy red.
And a short time later, they’re clear again.

The climb up the valley was more tafficky than I like it but I just slowly ground my way up the valley until Telluride was in site.

New wildflowers. Might look better with a decorative manure spreader nearby. Those mountains close off the valley and are the backdrop that makes Telluride kind of a “dead end” road. But it’s anything but dead and I’ll get some more pics there tomorrow.

The wealth of the area starts to show a few miles from town and I was treated to the first bike path I’ve seen in ages – complete with underpass for bikes to cross under the main road as you enter town. It’s immediately clear too why the place is so famous – it’s cute as hell, lined from one end to the other with cool restaurants, bars, shops, breweries mostly done in old historic buildings, and with the mountains providing a beautiful backdrop to it all. I only stayed a little while because it was getting late, the horizon was looking stormy again and I still had no idea where I was sleeping tonight. Turns out Telluride has a city campground but on the Friday night it was full.

Then two of my requests for lodging answered at once and tonight I’m staying with the Kramers, Don and Eileen, and their family who are super hosts and have an amazing mountain lodge that they share with friends and cycling travelers. They’ve even welcomed me to take a rest day tomorrow and explore Telluride  – an opportunity I’m glad to have.

The two main areas nearby, Telluride and Mountain Village, are joined by a set of free gondolas. They just threw my bike on the back, bags and all for the ride up to Mountain Village. (I had to go back and crop that off my Strava miles).

Thanks Eileen the cyclist too for the offer of a place.  I’m so greatful and overcome with all the good will and welcome that I’ve received here already.

Oh dear, it looks like I hardly got anywhere today. Oh well, I enjoyed it.

"If I had my druthers, I'd ride a bike" Jim's low CO2 trans-am cycling trip