Next morning I was human again. I spent the morning (with some help from Chris & GFred) fabricating a part for the seat of my bicycle. With no little effort we managed to strap four bicycles into the Bike rack and prepared an expediton to Vail Pass. The weather outside was a tad ominous, but it wasn't raining (yet). I was to be the designated driver (no bike for me). After the launch, I was to meet them near the Conoco station by Copper Mountain (half way down the bike trail).
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At Vail Pass, unloaded and getting ready to roll.
The bike trail starts at the patch of white stripes and ducks under I70 between
the yellow caution signs. You can make out part of the trail left of the Colorado flag.
I waited (not at the Conoco Station) just below Copper Mountain by the parking area
near the nature walk. As it began to rain, Chris & Heather arrived... but there was
no sign of GFred or Brandon.
We loaded the bikes and went back to the resort (the rain was now pouring like mad) to look for Brandon. We drove past the Conoco station (where GFred was waiting... and he saw us go by... and followed but could not catch an automobile). Anyway, we found Brandon... who was a bit wet, and loaded him aboard. We then headed slowly back to Frisco, never seeing GFred who was out there somewhere in the rain. Anyway, a few minutes after we made it back to Uncle Bob's house, a very damp GFred arrived on his bicycle.
We were supposed to be in Denver in about 2 hours, so, after all were dried off, we headed off to Denver in two vehicles. At first all went well, but as we hit the Eisenhower Tunnel, the rain began... but on the other side it let up and we speeded down on a summer Sunday afternoon towards Denver. We stopped for a moment at the overlook above the Georgetown Loop Railroad and took a few pictures of the train.
I70 slowed down to bumper to bumper traffic, moving, at best, around 5 mile per hour...
The Underhill Museum
We were a bit wet, but we enjoyed the place...
And eventually the rain subsided.
From there we travelled on to Denver and a great cookout at Uncle Bob's house... unfortunately, I took no more photos.