Followed Bear Creek from the Platte up to Evergreen, CO. Had intended to check out the ride up to Mt. Squaw, but went South rather than North, in Evergreen. Oh well, looked like I just missed the rodeo parade in town. Had legs for a little more climbing, so went up over Grapevine Rd and looped back to Morrison for a Dale’s Pale Ale.
Share the road or IMA fuckin kill you…
This weekend I loaded up the Surly and headed up to Golden Gate Canyon State Park. The ride had its ups and downs, no pun intended. First off this is the first cycling and camping ride I’ve done. A couple weekends before I had done a scouting ride most of the way up the canyon road until it ramped up and I aborted. Well the fears of being beat and battered by the steepest sections of the road were very appropriate. After passing through Golden it took somewhere between 4-5 hours of climbing and pushing the bike up sections. I realized then that it takes a much much different attitude towards cycling to complete your objecting when pushing a fully loaded bike. Generally riding with traffic doesn’t bother me that much, but this road was hell. All the rumors of stupid fuckers hauling up their campers became apparent when one crept up a few feet behind me, laid on the horn, then proceeded to pass half in my lane, half in the left lane, and head on into oncoming traffic coming down the canyon. What the fuck…Once I finally got up to the park I find out that the campground is full. This made me loath all the people rarely giving me any room on the road even more. So I sat down by the visitors center and put down the tallboy I picked up along route. My options seemed to be to a. hitch hike back to Golden, b. use the pay phone and try to get someone to come pick me up, or c. hike 2 miles into the backcountry and set up camp without water or a fire and thus no diner. Fortunately at this point I was reminded why I enjoy cycling. While I was figuring out my next step I started talking to an older gentleman who was at the park with his wife. They were also annoyed with how the park is run and were willing to give me a lift back if I wanted. I chose to go with option C and hike into the hills. This turned out to be really awesome, minus the hunger and thirst. Fortunately I did have one more Coors on reserve and nursed that thing all night. The next morning I got up when the birds awoke, packed up camp and headed down to find some water. Found a spigot on the back of the visitor center, filled my bottles and started to climb out. The ride down made the trip even more worthwhile. It’s an awesome feeling not having to pedal for over 30 minutes pushing 30 mph downhill. Once back to Golden I stopped in at Las Margaritas and had the best breakfast burrito ever. Link to a map of my route below, and more insight on the trip to come.