A Ridge of Wildflowers

Back to our trip... We were in the San Juan Mountains, in southwest Colorado, and we'd left a spectacular area to explore a new one. After the pack reunited close to the access point for our next campsite, we drove almost 20 miles on an empty dirt road up toward the higher mountains. We searched around for a campsite. We found one, although it had no expansive views like our previous one. However, it was very quiet, with no one else around, as far as we could tell.

The main attraction to this site was that it was close to a spectacular part of the Colorado Trail called Indian Trail Ridge. We'd read about the incredible views and the amazing wildflowers.

Shyla and I headed out for a ride the next morning. Almost immediately, we were on a ridge that had mountainous views in every direction.

Parts of the ridge were hike-a-bike because they were either too steep or too rocky. However, I didn't mind because the scenery was so incredible.

There were a few sections where the wildflowers still bloomed in all their glory.

We lingered in those sections. It looked as if every square inch was covered in riotous wildflowers!

We had a blast exploring the ridge and then met the boys back at camp for a relaxing afternoon. We lazed around our quiet campsite, snoozing and reading.

That night was cold but the sky was mostly clear, giving an incredible view of the Milky Way.

The next day, I ended up having quite an adventure when I tried to do a point-to-point ride to leave the campsite and meet the pack down lower. I survived but nothing went as planned. I'll save that story for tomorrow.