Re: Ouray, CO Dual Sport Ride, Aug 27 - Sept 2
Day 2
The folks here have had a LOT of rain in July and August. There's an article in the Ouray paper today about all the washouts and such from it. The guys that have ridden these trails in years past keep telling us that it was nothing like this last year. Places where the trails were like graded roads are now a freakin nightmare. Guess we be lucky?
Sorry for the delay folks. Got back in just before dark and was pretty well woopped...again. We got a late start because of the rain, spent a couple hours on flats as GHT described and finally made it down Imogene into Telluride.
The trail through Imogen pass is spectacularly beautiful, and in places, quite harsh. A rider from Kansas I visited with put it well..."it's like your in a movie setting or something." Pictures just don't work but that's all we've got to work with so...
At first the trail is forested Colorado. Old mines, cabins, water crossings. Very nice. Some of the morning rain was still around...just light stuff.
First flat...a nail. This team of riders are an awesome bunch.
This old mine is big enough for everyone to duck into if the rain gets too heavy...it didn't. Probably a bear or panther in there anyway.
The topography changes quick from forests to mountains. This is a pretty cool overhang to ride under...complete with cold dripping water. There's a shear drop of a thousand feet on one side. Remarkably, everyone went with the dripping water next to the wall.
Going round the bend. The road is just a shelf between a mountain on one side and the abyss on the other.
Interesting features along the way...
As we clime the road turns to loose rocks. I just knew I had a flat tire from the wobble...so did everyone else. Just loose rocks.
At around 11K feet the road turns to rough stuff. The bikes start losing power dramatically in the thin air. The trick in climbing this stuff is to pick the best line you can see, lay forward to keep the front end down, whack the throttle and do not let up unless a big rock throws the front wheel toward the edge of the world or the engine just simply dies...at which point gravity has it's way.
If my camera worked well, you could see two bikes waaayyy down below. This was the worst of both times. Exceedingly rough trail with a rock wall in the trail and extreme incline. A couple of folks just had to call it a day and head back at this point. No power, no air, seemingly insurmountable obstacle...know when to fold em and run another day.
The ones who somehow managed to coerce their machines up the way waited as others struggled down below. It's snowing at this point and the wind is bitterly strong. I was glad to have made it this far but I really just wanted to get down off that mountain.
The pretty part of Colorado is now several thousand feet below. We're well above the treeline. Here, the view is beyond my limited words to describe. But, up here it's desolate rocks, snow, wind and cold.
About the time that bikes are ready to just plain quit...the summit.
Just as we make the turn to start coming down...
Yes, that would be a snow/slush trail with a drop to the bottom unpleasantly close. Uncommon thoughts find their way into a fellows mind at times like this.
We made it down far enough to leave the ice behind.
That's when we discover flat number two. I've learned a lot on this trip. For example, KTM bikes are solid equipment and in the hands of a skilled rider they'll climb like a goat. They also have rims that do not lend themselves to easy tire/tube repairs. Our high altitude version of a Colorado motorcycle jack.
This kind worked a whole bunch better, though.
After a lengthy repair...on the "road" again.
We finally make it down into Telluride...an interesting anomaly among the mountains. Lunch was great...even at 4:30.
After lunch we decided to take a chance on an obscure little map line called Last Dollar Road. It paid off well with an awesome (but way too short) ride. Very nice with a gradual transition from high mountain to dirt trail forests to beautiful ranch lands.
Made it in just before dark. A few dings, some sore elbows, a few more badges of honor on the bikes. A great day of riding with an even better one tomorrow.