Our blogging break was comprised of a little not-so-fun stuff and a lot of very fun stuff. Near the middle of our blogging break, we took a camping road trip to western Colorado.
Our first stop was near Leadville, a town that sits high in the sky. We camped in National Forest in the mountains above the town. Towering aspen surrounded us.
Alas, I had no choice because he quickly reappeared when I remounted my bike. I slowed and chatted with him as I passed. He told me that the race was slightly more than a week away, and many racers, including him, were out training on the climb. I wished him good luck and headed upward at my own pace.
Soon, another rider appeared in my view. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I chatted again with the racer before resuming my own pace.
Finally, about the 10th rider who I saw in my distant vision turned out to be climbing fairly fast. He and I settled in to ride together for a while. He asked if I was going to do the upcoming race. When I said "no", he guffawed. He said that I'd do great in the women's field because almost no one could climb so effortlessly. With that comment, he informed me that he couldn't keep up with me any more, and he dropped back.
After spending so many years as an "ex-racer" with a badly injured spine, it was great for my morale to learn that I am still reasonably fit, and that climbing is still my forte. I used to love the uphill parts of races, feeling invinceable as I propelled my tiny frame upward. I know that I'm a shadow of the rider that I used to be but it's still fun riding hard every now and then.
I reached the top all alone, just as I like it.
Alpine Sulphur Flower...
Alas, it's cold up on the alpine tundra. All too soon, I donned some warm clothing and started the descent.
I'm enjoying catching up with your blogs but I have a lot of reading to do!