I did a bunch of stuff today: went for coffee, dug up and transplanted half a dozen saplings (from front yard to back), figured out a bike build for a gal, began reassembly of a mtb refurbish and met with D. Funk about the ti bike.
Yesterday, I did this:
Brad and I drove down to Parker, and took off on a ride that he had mapped out. We wanted to get as much dirt road under our wheels as possible. So we headed south, down the Cherry Creek Trail.
Scott Road was a lot drier than the last time I went through there, in February.
We followed the trail down to Highway 86, and then headed up the road into Castlewood Canyon State Park.
The road turns to dirt, soon after you enter the park...
Properly refreshed after our stop, we continued on. Little did we know what was ahead.
Rollin', rollin', rollin...
Eventually, we ended up in Larkspur, and headed north along the railroad tracks, toward a figure-eight loop on the west side of I-25.
"I swear it's on the map!"
Unfortunately, the loop appeared to be on private property, a fact that Google Maps failed to point out. I checked with the only resident I could find:
But, he just tried to steal my pic-a-nic basket.
So, we turned around and headed back, along the railroad tracks.
Brad, on his Rivendell Bleriot, had no problem with the rugged terrain.
My new bike handled the same hill with aplomb. Both of us were happy with the mixed-terrain performances of our bikes.
Well, that's enough for one post. Next time: Climbs, mountain biking, backtracking and hamburgers.