Sulphur Hot Springs, CO to Walden, CO
Friendly horn taps: 1
Continental Divide crossings: 2
Miles: 62
Total so far: 2,947
*Please note: Tomorrow’s post may not be published until the following day, as Sallie and I are going to a remote area in the mountains of Wyoming.
The Colorado River west of Granby
We are ever closer to the Wyoming state line. It’s a 22 mile ride from here, and we will enter Carbon County, Wyoming just west of North Gate Canyon and the Platte River Wilderness Area. We’ll travel to Riverside/Encampment and then turn north towards Saratoga. On the way north, we will pass by the Silver Spur Ranch. I was conceived there. That’s an odd fact that was revealed to me by mother who made that known to me after I moved to Saratoga in the mid 1970’s. I always felt at home in the North Platte Valley, and I will forever have a special place in my heart for the area and the people there.
Carlie and I lived in Carbon County when she was killed on that fateful New Year’s Day. Up until that time,we lived in Rawlins for three years, as I was stationed there as a division supervisor with the State Patrol.
Nearing the summit of Willow Creek Pass
As we ride into the valley tomorrow, in front of us will be the Sierra Madre Mountain Range. We always referred to those mountains as “Carlie’s Mountains”, and we spent an unusual amount of time there for a child that young. When Carlie was three and a half, we spent eight days up there in one stretch. We always had a comfortable camp (including a large canvas wall tent complete with cots and a wood burning stove), we had some books, a few toys, and Carlie’s ever constant companion, Sadie – as faithful a black lab as they come.
Another crossing of the Continental Divide
There is a creek near where we’d set that camp, and Carlie loved to go to the banks of that stream and just watch the water swirling in the pools, teaming with brook trout. We’d have a snack of a gorp mix I used to make with equal amounts of salted peanuts, raisins, and M&M’s. Carlie used to pick through the bag of gorp and retrieve the M&M’s. She used to tell me that I worked too hard, and I just should take some time and go sit by the creek and watch the fish.
I am working too hard, but this is a labor of love. Tomorrow will be eventful, as I’ve said. Returning to a land I once loved on Father’s Day.
Beauty break...
Mountain run-off
It's not all beauty and wonder. We spent a good portion of the afternoon getting lashed by wind driven rain.
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Tomorrow’s ride is dedicated to Adam Michael Neyer
Adam Neyer
Adam Neyer, from Englewood, Colorado was killed at the age of 18, far too young. The collision took place at the hands of a drunk driver on June 3, 2001. Adam was just a few days away from his high school graduation.
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