_RG_
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Since GHT has sore fingers, figured one of us better get this thread set up.
The drive from home to Ouray is mostly an exercise in perseverance. You know, west Texas and New Mexico have some interesting spots...but not many. These dust devils went way up high. Hard to figure how energy for these is sustained for hours at a time.
It's been so long since I've seen rain that this was worth a picture or two. The smell was magical.
Stan and I had coordinated the trip up and both arrived in Ouray about the same time. What, a nap after such a long drive? Nooo! Stan says "Hey RG, you wanna go for a little shake-down ride?" You Bet! So, we headed out to the nearest trail we could think of...Yankee Boy - Governor Basin.
This trail starts out as a wide gravel road within a stones throw from Ouray. It gradually gets more narrow and a little rougher farther along. There's a split in the road that goes to Imogene pass and Telluride. Just past that the trail becomes a rough shelf road. Then it starts climbing and gets rather technical in a hurry. We made it to the last couple of switch-backs before I whimped out. Stan has riding skills that would have taken him on up and beyond but that's not how he works. If I was stopping then we were staying together. Some folks in a jeep were watching us climb and decided to turn around two switch-backs below. This picture is the smooth part.
The trail to Imogene is one of the prettiest I know of. This is the first of dozens of waterfalls out here. With the heavy snowfall last winter, water is running out of the ground all over the mountains.
We headed on back into town. We were hopping right along down to the better roads when I noticed a white jeep setting off the side of the road. Folks last year warned me about this. Sure enough, traffic ranger. We stopped to visit with him and turns out he was about as nice a fellow as we could ever hope to meet out here. He gave Stan a trail map that showed some single-track and less trod trails.
The crew had started gathering. Terry had some issue with his carb and was busy taking things apart...with ample good advice provided.
Stan, GHT and Terry doing carb surgery on a KTM.
Here's the view from the back porch. A feller could do worse.
Tomorrow, let the riding begin!
The drive from home to Ouray is mostly an exercise in perseverance. You know, west Texas and New Mexico have some interesting spots...but not many. These dust devils went way up high. Hard to figure how energy for these is sustained for hours at a time.
It's been so long since I've seen rain that this was worth a picture or two. The smell was magical.
Stan and I had coordinated the trip up and both arrived in Ouray about the same time. What, a nap after such a long drive? Nooo! Stan says "Hey RG, you wanna go for a little shake-down ride?" You Bet! So, we headed out to the nearest trail we could think of...Yankee Boy - Governor Basin.
This trail starts out as a wide gravel road within a stones throw from Ouray. It gradually gets more narrow and a little rougher farther along. There's a split in the road that goes to Imogene pass and Telluride. Just past that the trail becomes a rough shelf road. Then it starts climbing and gets rather technical in a hurry. We made it to the last couple of switch-backs before I whimped out. Stan has riding skills that would have taken him on up and beyond but that's not how he works. If I was stopping then we were staying together. Some folks in a jeep were watching us climb and decided to turn around two switch-backs below. This picture is the smooth part.
The trail to Imogene is one of the prettiest I know of. This is the first of dozens of waterfalls out here. With the heavy snowfall last winter, water is running out of the ground all over the mountains.
We headed on back into town. We were hopping right along down to the better roads when I noticed a white jeep setting off the side of the road. Folks last year warned me about this. Sure enough, traffic ranger. We stopped to visit with him and turns out he was about as nice a fellow as we could ever hope to meet out here. He gave Stan a trail map that showed some single-track and less trod trails.
The crew had started gathering. Terry had some issue with his carb and was busy taking things apart...with ample good advice provided.
Stan, GHT and Terry doing carb surgery on a KTM.
Here's the view from the back porch. A feller could do worse.
Tomorrow, let the riding begin!