Aired back up to 20 lbs., we headed North up highway 69. This was an absolutely beautiful valley with some summer homes to die for. A short distance brought us into the rustic lil' town of Westcliffe ... where, of course, we needed to buy more beer.
Back on the dirt outta town up towards Hermit Pass ... a dead-end road established for a Uranium mine back in the day. Since we knew it was a dead-end, we looked for a campsite to drop off the Kamper. This was one of the two times durin' the whole trip we were seperated from our caboose. Proved to be a damn-good thang too.
It wasn't really four-wheelin' but it was bouncy as hell. Imagine a road jammed-slap-full of bowlin' ball size rocks.
The first pic is of a nice waterfall on the way up.
The second pic is way up towards the top and lookin' over the North side into an adjacent valley with a lake down below.
The third pic shows the road we took up to the top and lookin' down at Horseshoe Lake ... not for the faint of heart.
The road was actually blocked 'bout a hun'erd yards from the top 'cause of a snowdrift on the last switchback.
We got up to 13000' though.
Then it started to sleet.
I mean hard!
Josh did a great job drivin' back down that Bitch in the weather. Rubi's hood was white with sleet, slick rocks, rocks rollin' down the mountain and across the trail in front of us, lightnin' and huge thunder ...