Passes & Canyons Blog

I encountered this guy during my stop at the No Name exit in Glenwood Canyon.

Do you look at people who constantly carry a water bottle around and think they’re kind of silly? I know I have. Or maybe you are that person. Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you.

That snarky smiling on my part is from a bygone period of my life. I’ve learned a bit since then. Experience is a great teacher.

What I’m getting at here is that it really is important to stay hydrated. Maybe not so much when you’re just hanging around the office in the air conditioning but when it’s summer and you’re out on your motorcycle and the temperature is hitting the high 90s you really do need the liquids.

I got my first taste of this a bunch of years ago when I was riding old US 6 from Denver to the state line with Utah in preparation for my first article published by Rider magazine. Yeah, it’s really suffering when the research you have to do to make a living requires you to ride long distances on your motorcycle.

It was a hot day and while going through Glenwood Canyon on I-70 (no old US 6 remaining here) I pulled off at the No Name exit to check out just a little bit of old highway accessible right there. The road was shut to traffic so I walked it. By the time I got back to the bike I was not feeling great but I carried a canteen with water and I drank a bit.

Still, by the time I got to Grand Junction I had an abiding thirst that I could not shake. I drank a lot of water and it didn’t matter. Finally I bought a glass of lemonade from some fast food place and after taking one swig I felt so much better I couldn’t believe it. By the time I was half done with the lemonade I was feeling great.

It was at that point that I realized I had been dehydrated. I needed not just water by the electrolytes that are included in things like Gatorade and Powerade. Apparently you get some of that in lemonade, too.

From that point on I have made it a point to travel with that stuff in my bags and I’ve never had a repeat of that situation while traveling. I did have a repeat another time while not traveling, and this one was a lot worse.

I was taking the training to become an MSF-certified rider-coach and again it was a really hot day. We were out on the blacktop for hours and after awhile I started feeling really bad. I got through the day but didn’t do well and nearly flunked out of the course.

More significantly, when I stepped on the scale at home I found that I had lost six pounds. After the class ended I gained those six pounds back in just two days. Again I realized I had been dehydrated. Seriously this time.

Then this summer my friend Nick came out from Chicago to ride and he frequently complained about being just beaten up by all the hard (not at all hard in my opinion) riding we had been doing. And he was drinking a ton of water. I told him he needed to switch to something with electrolytes and he did buy some Gatorade but he didn’t drink much of it, continuing to drink copious amounts of water.

Nick was dehydrated. I’m sure of it. So I no longer mock people who go to lengths to stay hydrated. But I admit I do still think people who are just sitting in a climate-controlled office doing nothing more strenuous than tapping at a keyboard while never letting their water bottle out of their sight are being a bit over-dramatic about it. Who knows, maybe I’m clueless.

Biker Quote for Today

Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.

Getting ready to ride to Bennett.

The early part of this week has been great riding weather, with bad weather coming soon, so of course I was out taking advantage of it.

On Monday I took the V-Strom out and ran the regular errands I carry out each month. Not a lot of miles so I’ve got to get back out on this one again this month if I want to turn over the next 1,000 on the odometer. I’m still about 70 miles away. Maybe today after I finish this post. The weather is supposed to hit tomorrow.

On Tuesday I went out on the Concours for a longer run. I’m still waiting to get the bike in to Rowdy Rocket Garage to get this vacuum issue fixed so I’m still contending with the fact that the engine races like crazy every time I pull the clutch in to shift. I’ve started figuring out how to adapt to the problem at other times. For instance, if I’m coming to a stop I just let the bike slow down a lot before I finally pull in the clutch and downshift. Normally you would be concerned about stalling but this bike is not going to stall. In fact, much of the time I can let go of the throttle just as if I had cruise control on and the bike just keeps going.

This ride just strengthened my resolve that yes, I am going to sell this bike at some point and replace it with something newer and lighter. It just isn’t all that much fun to ride when I’m constantly having to pay attention to this problem. And yes, once I am finally able to have the problem addressed it will eliminate this negative condition but I’m past that. My mind is made up to move on. I was talking to Bruce yesterday and he was saying just go ahead and sell the bike as it is and take whatever you can get. But I don’t think I could find any buyer at this time of year so I’d like to have it fixed so I can enjoy riding it in the next few months before I sell it. At least if it’s not going to cost too much.

Then on Wednesday the RMMRC took a ride out to Bennett for lunch. I rode the CB750.

There were eight of us on this beautiful, warm, sunny day. We headed out down Parker Road, then east on Quincy and out into the country. There are not a lot of options on roads to take going out where we were headed so we just rode the straight out to where we turned north on County Road 129, jogged east and then north under I-70, and reached our destination, the High Plains Diner. We had never been there before and I was favorably impressed. The food was good–nothing spectacular–at very reasonable prices. I would not hesitate to go there again.

Heading out after the meal we didn’t have a lot of choices. We could go back the way we came or we could go east about a mile and take the Kiowa-Bennett Road south. Heading west without going south didn’t offer any attractive options, although I guess we could have gone east on US 30 to Watkins and then south on Watkins Road. We took the Kiowa-Bennett Road.

Two of us were inclined to go on all the way to Kiowa and then turn west but the other six decided just to go south as far as Quincy and then retrace our route there. So we did, then home. But man, it was a great day to be out on a bike.

Biker Quote for Today

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it’s worth watching.

This is what they’ve been predicting but now the forecast says Friday or Saturday, not Thursday.

The weather reports were all saying three to eight inches of snow in Denver on Thanksgiving Day but Wednesday was another warm, gorgeous Indian summer day. I had to go for a ride.

I skirted around the south side of Cherry Creek State Park, south on Peoria, which became Broncos Parkway, and then south again on Chambers. Chambers just keeps going. It used to be it took me a long time to get out of town going west but going south it didn’t take long. Now the city just goes on and on and on. You get into Parker, which in my memory was a wide spot in the road heading southeast on CO 83 but now is just as large as other suburban cities such as Thornton or Arvada.

I was wondering where Chambers comes out. Was I correct that it ended at Hess Road? One way to find out.

Yes it does, although with all the earth-moving and early construction it looks like it could easily go further in the next year. Or maybe it never will and Hess will be the northern boundary of whatever new subdivision that is being built. Whatever . . . I turned east.

Crossing Parker Road Hess gives way to Hilltop Road and I continued south and east on that. Where Hilltop branches off to the left I continued south on Flintwood. The RMMRC often rides out to Kiowa, to Patty Ann’s, in the winter months but we generally stay on Hilltop, so this was a bit of road I haven’t been on much. Nice for a change.

When I hit CO 86 I turned west, toward Franktown. What is it about Franktown? I cannot count the number of times I have been totally stumped trying to think of the name of that town. I’ve tried a variety of mnemonic devices to help me remember but again and again I find myself approaching and thinking, what the heck is the name of this town I’m coming to? It’s Franktown. Does anybody else have this problem?

At Franktown I turned north on CO 83 but coming into Parker there was a huge back-up. Way up ahead I could see lane closures and because traffic was heavy nobody was moving except at a crawl. Time to bail out. I turned west on Main Street. That was what I had wanted to do anyway because I wanted to continue north on Jordan Road.

So I turned north on Jordan Road. Much less traffic but then, after crossing Lincoln Avenue, I again ran into a snarl. Once again there were lane blockages ahead and everyone was having to move to the left. As I came up on it I saw that a fire truck was parked diagonally, blocking the right-hand traffic lane. Getting closer I saw two totally smashed cars and knew what the issue was. Then I saw a third car, equally smashed, and then — oh my gosh! — a fourth. Somebody did something really, really wrong. And judging from the absolutely totaled condition of all four cars, somebody was headed for the hospital. What a way to spend your Thanksgiving.

For me though, it was a beautiful day to be outside and on a motorcycle. And looking at the sky to the west it was hard to believe that we were supposed to have snow the next day. Well, it is now the next day and there’s not a flake of snow anywhere in evidence. But it’s gray and it’s cold, a good day to stay inside. I definitely did the right thing.

Biker Quote for Today

Fools use four-wheelers, and legends ride on two wheels.

A glorious day to be out on a motorcycle.

We had some really bitter cold days but now we’re into the most beautiful time of year in Colorado, the days of Indian summer. It was October in Denver during my travel year after college that led me to come back here and stay. So what do you do on these glorious days? You ride your motorcycle!

That’s sure what I’ve been doing. I’ve gotten out five times in the last 10 days or so.

One day I set out on the Concours just to see if I might easily adjust to dealing with this throttle issue I’ve been telling about. I took a different turn somewhere than I usually make and found myself . . . I wasn’t quite sure where. Truth is, I like that. I like exploring and finding new routes. So I just kept going and soon came out somewhere where I knew where I was. But I’m not sure I could find my way there again by that route. Fun.

The day memorialized in that photo above was the day I went to Vickery to look again at that Yamaha FJ-09 I’ve been lusting for. After leaving the shop I just headed out on Parker Road and then thought about Cherry Creek State Park, which you can get into directly off of Parker Road.

This park is emblematic of a complaint I have had with Colorado Parks & Wildlife for many years. They sell annual parks passes that are good from January 1 to December 31, and they’re not cheap. But I don’t generally want to go to state parks in January, and by May or June I hate the idea of paying full price for a one-year parks pass that is only good for seven or eight months. Why can’t they make the passes good for one year from date of purchase? Anyway, as a result of this, although I live about two miles from Cherry Creek State Park I have not been to that park in so long I can’t remember. Decades.

Well, starting this year there has been a change. Now, when you renew your vehicle registration, unless you opt out, you also purchase a parks pass for less than what used to be the standard fee. Of course this can get expensive if you have numerous vehicles, as I do. And the passes are linked to the vehicle, so having a pass on your car does you no good if you’re on your motorcycle. Why can’t they just sell a parks pass to me, to use no matter what vehicle I’m in or on?

Anyway, I have opted out of the parks pass for my CB750 and my Concours but paid for it on the car and the V-Strom. On this day I was on the V-Strom. I know! I’ll go in the park!

I had totally forgotten how nice this park is. Especially on a fabulous Indian Summer day, with the reds and browns of fall color everywhere. The main portion of the park is on lower ground than the surrounding area and what that means is that you can get down in there and there is no indication at all that there is a city around you. It was beautiful!

Yeah, there’s a lot of great riding to be done at this time of year. Don’t miss it.

Biker Quote for Today

“When I was 16, everyone else got a car; I got a motorcycle.” — Jason Priestley

That place across the street, just to the right of the stop sign, is where we intended to eat. But no dice on this ride.

As I have remarked previously, I’ve seen yellow leaves before, so going for a fall color ride for me is more about the riding than the color. But if it’s a really nice show of color I certainly appreciate it. Well, apparently the place to go for color this fall was the southern part of Colorado, not the northern part.

Last week the RMMRC did one more fall color ride, this time down to Victor and Cripple Creek. It was a much smaller (seven) and therefore more comfortable group that headed south from Lincoln Avenue down Daniels Park Road, over to Sedalia, and down CO 105 to Monument and then I-25 into Colorado Springs.

We stopped just before turning onto US 24 to shed some layers, though it seemed odd to be taking layers off just as we were about to climb. But I did take off my sweatshirt knowing I could always turn on my electric vest if I needed to. I needed to, and as the temperature dropped as we climbed I soon wished I had left the sweatshirt on. Follow your instincts, not the crowd.

We took US 24 to Divide and turned south on CO 67, but took the fork to the left toward Victor (Teller County Road 821) rather than going into Cripple Creek. The plan was to have lunch in Victor. However, we got to the intended restaurant only to find it closed. This was the second Wednesday in a row that we got somewhere for lunch and found the restaurant closed. Note to all: Any time you plan a lunch ride, call the restaurant first to make sure they’re going to be open.

Meanwhile, backing up, the fall colors along CO 67 were by far the best I’ve seen all year. This is where you needed to go to see fall color. It was definitely beautiful. An unexpected treat.

In the middle of the week there apparently are not very many restaurants open in Victor so we had little choice but to cruise on over to Cripple Creek. But I wondered because I’ve been in Cripple Creek quite a few times and I’ve never identified any particularly good places to eat, unless you want to do some fine dining place in the evening and pay $40 or more for your meal–not what we look for in a lunch stop.

We did see one place, however, that looked like it might be good so that’s where we headed. Funny thing: I can’t remember the name of the place and I stroll down the street on Google Earth and the images are all old, there’s a lot of construction going on, and I can’t find the place. Sorry, I’d like to recommend it because I ordered a pulled pork sandwich and it was one of the best I’ve ever had. Also, Tom ordered an avocado toast and said it was exceptional. It’s on the north side of the street, at the western part of where the street is elevated on one side. If you’ve been to Cripple Creek you know what I mean.

Gearing up before leaving Cripple Creek I was putting my sweatshirt back on and mentioned to Roy how I had thought it odd to remove layers before going up. He said he had that same thought and he did not take anything off. Yeah. Follow your instincts, not the crowd.

We headed straight up to Divide, then east to Woodland Park and then turned north on CO 67 up toward Deckers. Heading toward Divide the sky to the north was starting to look ugly. But where we were it was blue sky and sunshine. OK, enjoy it while you’ve got it.

Heading north out of Woodland Park rain was threatening and soon it was falling. But we rode through it for about a minute and came out on the other side and once again it was blue sky and sunshine. Nice. Up through Deckers and Buffalo Creek to US 285 at Pine Junction and we turned east. Oh boy. Now off to the east the sky didn’t just look threatening, it was black. But there was one spot of lightness on the horizon right exactly where I knew we were headed and I’ll be danged if our luck didn’t hold.

We got all the way to Denver, and I crossed the city on US 285/Hampden and just as I crossed I-25, now two miles from home, it finally started to rain. But even that stopped before I covered those two miles. What a nice day to be out riding! Maybe one of the last really good days we’re going to have for a while.

Biker Quote for Today

If motorcycle riding were a job, I would be the most hardworking employee.

There was a little more color on the south side of Guanella Pass but not a lot.

The RMMRC planned a fall color ride last week so of course I went along. Gathering at the Phillips 66 in Morrison the group was huge. There were at least 14 bikes plus two cars. Wow. Big group, I mentioned to Dave. Yeah, he said, too big.

We headed up Bear Creek Canyon to Evergreen, through town and out the west side on Upper Bear Creek Road to the Witter Gulch Road, which is a really steep climb with super-tight switchbacks near the top. A fun motorcycle road, in other words. At the top you come to CO 103, the Squaw Pass road, which we took left, over the pass, past Echo Lake, and down to Idaho Springs.

It was a really nice day to be riding in the hills, a little cool but I had on full cold weather gear and could not have been more comfortable. But there was not much color to be seen on the way up. That was no surprise to me because Judy and I had just been up to Estes Park, over Trail Ridge Road, and down to Grand Lake the week before and we didn’t see much color then either, and now another week had passed. Mostly the green was just turning brown.

From Idaho Springs we took old US 6 up to Georgetown, where we had a lunch stop planned. Arriving, we found the restaurant closed. Someone had checked with the visitor center and they had pointed us to a brewpub on the east edge of town by the lake. Presumably that was where we were going to go.

Roy asked me to help him push back off this gravel parking area we were on and I did, so I was the very last to leave this first restaurant. I knew where this brew pub was, though, because I had seen it coming into town. As I headed back that way I soon started seeing members of our group coming back toward town, apparently having gone not far enough and thinking they had missed the place. I waved at them to go the way I was headed. Then at the roundabout off I-70 I saw others pulling into a restaurant right there. I waved to them as well but nobody seemed to be following me.

I rode on out to the brew pub and pulled out my phone. Meanwhile, a couple from the group did show up but did not stick around. The only phone number I had was Dave so I called him and told him where I was and that the place was open and there were people inside eating. He told me the place by the roundabout didn’t even open for another 15 minutes and he would tell some of the others but meanwhile he was coming out to join me. A few minutes later he did, no one else did, and we went in to eat. It turned out later that Dave is diabetic and he was nearing a blood sugar crisis so he just needed food, NOW!

So it was kind of pleasant just the two of us. It gave us a chance to talk and get a little better acquainted. I’ve known Dave for about five years now but in a group setting you often don’t have a chance to really get to know people. One on one you do.

After lunch Dave asked if I intended to rejoin the group. I had planned to but he noted that what with finding a place to eat and then getting such a big group served they were not likely to be ready to ride for maybe another hour. He was just going to go on over Guanella Pass without them. Besides, Dave is a go-fast guy and he had not enjoyed the sedate pace you have to take with such a large group.

I went with Dave. At first there was a lot of traffic going up Guanella but apparently a lot of people were planning to hike and every time we passed a trailhead the numbers thinned so soon we were cruising along comfortably. And what a beautiful day! But not much color. Oh well, I’ve seen yellow leaves before.

Over the top and then we pulled out at a view area to get a few photos, such as the one above. Just then in pulled John, another RMMRC member, in his car with his wife, out to see the leaves. Fun. Oh, and there was a bit more color over on the south side of the pass.

So we cruised on down to Grant, picked up US 40 back to town and split up when the time came. It really was a much more pleasant ride just the two of us. I hope the rest of those folks found a good place to eat.

Biker Quote for Today

You are not alone when your bike is with you.

That bench right in the center behind the bikes is where my phone spent the night.

Nick and I were getting ready to head out from the Meeker Hotel on the last day of our three-day trip and I couldn’t find my cell phone. Twice in the six days Nick and I spent riding together he couldn’t find his but in both cases he finally found it in a pants pocket. He had new riding pants and kept putting it there rather than his usual spot, in his jacket pocket. But that was not my situation.

I had Nick try calling me but we didn’t hear a ring. We went out to the bikes and tried again and still didn’t hear anything. I had looked absolutely everywhere. Did I leave it at the restaurant in Hotchkiss the day before? Thinking it through, I remembered that I had–as I always do–texted Judy the night before to let her know we had arrived safely. So I definitely didn’t leave it in Hotchkiss. So if I had it here in Meeker I must have . . . left it . . . and I turned around to look at the bench in front of the Meeker Hotel, where Nick and I had sat for a while the night before . . . and there it was, on the bench. Relief!

So we left Meeker headed north to Craig, turned east on US 40 to Hayden to the 20-Mile Road, down to Oak Creek, to Toponas, over Gore Pass, and US 40 the rest of the way to Empire. We stopped for ice cream and I asked Nick what route he wanted to take, Squaw Pass being the longest and I-70 being the shortest. This whole trip to Colorado Nick had been tiring out easily, seemingly connected to dehydration. I urged him to drink Gatorade but mostly he drank water. A lot of water. He did seem to have gotten acclimated a good bit though, because despite this much longer ride than the first few days, he chose Squaw Pass.

So we went that way. I-70 from Empire to Idaho Springs and then south over Squaw pass on CO 103. I pulled over at a view point up on the pass and Nick said he was really glad I had, he had just gotten stung in the face. I also found a dead bee on my seat. We must have gone through a swarm. But he rides with his visor up and I don’t. I was glad in this case that I don’t.

Rather than take CO 103 down to Evergreen Parkway I led us down the Witter Gulch Road to the west side of Evergreen. This is a really steep road with super tight switchbacks that I thought he might enjoy, but when I asked him later what he thought of Witter Gulch he was only concerned with doing something for his sting and never commented on the road. Oh well. I can see how pain can distract you from enjoying a road you would otherwise be thrilled to be riding. Too bad.

And then again, as had been the case on two of our previous rides, the last slog across Hampden during rush hour was the worst, congested and really hot. That’s really the worst thing about living on the east side of town. Bill’s place, on the other hand, backs up onto CO 93 and he looks out his back window on the foothills. I have to ride 20 minutes to get to his starting point. But we bore up to the heat–again. I’m so glad that hot spell is finally gone. And Nick’s gone, too, headed back to Chicago.

Biker Quote for Today

You only have one life to ride.

Adding air in Fairplay.

Nick got back from visiting my brother in Grand Junction on Saturday and on Monday we took off on a three-day Colorado ride. Good thing I have three motorcycles because my Concours was in the shop and my CB750 needed a new clutch cable. Obviously, I rode the V-Strom. Nick was on his BMW R1250RS.

A note about that Beemer. As big as it is, and as much taller than me that Nick is, the seat height on this thing is amazingly low, way lower than my Connie or V. I sure didn’t expect that.

So we took off for Gunnison our first day and for a change of pace I led us up Deer Creek Canyon to pick up US 285 just outside of Conifer. And it was cold! After all this heat we’d been having it was cold! I knew it was cool and I considered wearing my riding pants but didn’t. And then wished I had. We took a break at the King Soopers in Conifer and I put on a flannel shirt but then we only made it to Pine Junction before I pulled over again and put the liner in my jacket. That helped a lot but at Fairplay we stopped again and now I put on my electric vest. Finally I was warm.

Meanwhile, Nick was having tire issues. He had noticed this on the way back from Junction and that morning when he checked his rear only showed 18 pounds. He put air in and brought along a pump and an extension cord. He added air when we stopped in Fairplay and again at the top of Monarch Pass, and called a shop in Gunnison to get the bike in the next morning to address the issue.

Addressing the issue ended up being just putting in some Fix-a-Flat type stuff to seal it from the inside and the guy told him it should be fine for a couple days but don’t push his luck. A couple days was all he needed, though, and that settled the tire issue for the rest of this ride.

So we got away the next morning about 9:30, past the Blue Mesa, and north on CO 92 along the north rim of the Black Canyon. Beautiful weather, beautiful day. I was all layered up and glad to be.

We stopped at Hotchkiss for lunch, finally finding a Thai place that was one of the few places open. We were figuring to go over the Grand Mesa and looking at Google Maps Nick saw an alternative route on some back roads up to Cedar Edge and we took it. We went past apple orchards all swathed in netting to protect the ripe fruit from birds. A very nice alternate route. We did encounter some recent chip-seal with a good bit of loose gravel.

Got to Cedar Edge and headed up the mesa and ran into about 15 more miles of chip-seal. Not pleasant. At one point we passed a sweeper truck collecting the excess loose gravel and had no choice but to go past him. We were showered in the chip-seal pellets. When we stopped up on top we had gravel chips on our seats and I had a bunch on top of my tank bag. That was a new experience.

I had shed most of my layers in Hotchkiss so going over the mesa was chilly but that was OK. Coming down on the north side of the Grand Mesa a bear cub ran across the road in front of me. It came out and paused and looked at me and decided to scurry on across. I was looking everywhere for the mama but didn’t see her and the cub scuttled into the underbrush and was gone. Very cool. First time ever for me to see one of those guys like that.

We got down on the other side and I took out the jacket liner. Now, after all the coolness, it got hot. In my experience, Rifle is about the hottest place in Colorado. First we got on the interstate but got off at Parachute and took old US 6 the rest of the way to Rifle. Heading north to Meeker I was seeing surges of oncoming traffic and knew that road work we had encountered on the OFMC trip in July could not have been completed so I hoped we wouldn’t get stopped too terribly long. But just as it had on the OFMC ride, we came to the end of the northbound traffic just as they started to move and we didn’t even have to stop. My luck holds. There was only one guy behind Nick.

They’ve made a lot of progress on this project—laid a lot of asphalt, though we didn’t get on any of it. If they’re going to get this work finished before the snow flies they’re going to have to bust their butts.

So we got back to the pavement and reached this passing zone area. I got into the right lane and Nick pulled nearly alongside me in the left lane—blocking this guy behind him from passing us which he clearly wanted to do. He would have gained little anyway because of all the people in front of us, but still. Nick, what the heck are you doing? So we got to Meeker and the road widens to two lanes just as we get to the gas station, where I planned to stop. I intended to turn left to get to it but I just knew. And I was right. Right when I would have pulled into the left lane this guy jammed his foot to the floor and blasted past us. I totally read the situation and am I glad I did. I made my turn after he blasted passed us.

That night we stayed at the old Meeker Hotel, which is under renovation and is perhaps perpetually understaffed. Renovation of our room was already completed and it was a nice place–the lobby is what’s really getting the work at this point. And the room rate was really low, so it was a good place.

Biker Quote for Today

A bad attitude is like a flat tire, you can’t go anywhere until you change it.