Who'd a thunk after the weather this winter I'd ever consider a spring ride where I was overdressed in shorts, a jersey and armwarmers. Today was one of those days, destination . . .
The plan was to ride from my house, out to Lookout Mountain, past Floyd Hill, to Central City Parkway, up the hill, across on Peak to Peak, down Golden Gate and home. It ended up being about 85 miles or so. I got beat in a stop ahead sprint even though I was riding solo.
This silly Border Collie ran with me for a couple of miles and wouldn't quit, wouldn't go home, wouldn't slow down. I think he was trying to warn me of the dangers ahead once past Floyd Hill and on the Clear Creek path.
Apparently the sun doesn't hit a good portion of the path where I was "riding". Nothing like a hike-a-bike adventure in 6-12" of dirty snow that has been around for the last 12 weeks. Although my shoes look like they have shoe covers built in, they are vented on both the top and the bottom. Fortunately I had plenty of climbing ahead of me to let them dry out. I didn't take any pictures of the casino towns because frankly they scare me. I was amused by the share the road signs and the cattle ahead signs on the Central City Parkway.
As soon as I got home, I took Dempsey to Beds 'n Biscuits where he will spend the next week while Keely and I are living the good life in Hawaii on the Big Island. Nothing like a 6AM flight to make for an early, uneventful St. Patricks Day.
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