Glade Park and Colorado National Monument

Like it says on the tin

After having spent almost a year at the foot of the Monument I finally bought a park-pass and took a ride through the park. I went in the west entrance and gawked at some of the overlooks before I peeled off on one of the roads to Glade Park

I was surprised to discover that the Monument is just the north-facing cliff of a huge mesa that runs all the way south to highway 141. There isn’t a continuous road over to 141 that I could find, but the trees and creeks go all the way over

I ran out of road at the edge of the Grand Mesa National Forest mostly because the City of Fruita had dug a hole in the road to repair a water line

The mesa tops out around 9500 feet so it was nice and cool up there. The grass was still green and the wild flowers still had blooms on

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Adventure Bike Week

Lunch stop on day one heading toward Del Norte


After months of planning we’re on adventure!
My friends Mike and John launched out of Cuba NM about the same time I left out of Fruita and we met in Del Norte, CO.

Mike riding upright in New Mexico

Day one for me was a hair-raising experience. I’ve likely never ridden more than 25 miles of pavement at one time in my whole life and my first day on the road lasted for 250 miles of pavement and more than half of that at 70 MPH. The Honda Africa Twin is a heavy bike (I’m guessing about 600 pounds plus me, so 760-ish on the road?) and it handles well on the highway.

The rocks defeated John on their first day crossing New Mexico

I left on a tuesday and traffic was very light. I mostly had the road to myself and less than a handful of people caught me from behind. I managed to figure out how to handle the bike while it was going 7 MPH or more. Under 7 MPH it gets very heavy and if it starts to tip over it’s going to finish the job.

John, Mike, and Darren custom-bending the new copper clutch lever

On day one Mike and John rode a rough dirt section of trail in New Mexico and both of them had a date with the dirt. I got to see the battle scars when we met up. Mike broke a side case and John picked up some new scratches

Custom clutch level. Steam-punk edition

We all met up at the Windsor Hotel in Del Norte. It’s a nice place. Fully remodeled: A/C, hot & cold water, nice bed, nice people. The only down-side was the sloth-like pace of the people running the restaurant. I should have eaten before I went down to dinner. Breakfast was even slower. It took an hour to get two scrambled eggs and some potatoes out of the kitchen

This place rocks! Darren had the fix for a broken clutch

We stopped for gas at the corner station in Del Norte and John was attacked by a gravity storm and went down. Broke the clutch lever on his VFRX 1200. We called a few places looking for a replacement with no luck. Then John had the bright idea to stop at Kens’ Tire and Automotive where Darren had the solution. We hammered a section of copper pipe on the broken lever stub and Darren bent it into a curve. Brilliant! I’m guessing it will last about a hundred years like that

Mike and Mike repairing a flat

After repairs were complete we rode from Del Norte north-bound past Natural Arch then zig-zagged our way through the mountains on dirt roads to Sargents, CO. Mike ran over a nail and got a flat tire just past the arch. While we were fixing the flat some people stopped by to chat and offer extra tools. Adventure bike people are nice and it was fun to meet and chat with the folks who stopped

Mike and Mike posing for the camera. We’ve been doing crazy stuff together since 1984

It took all day to go ~100 miles and we ended the day at the Monarch Mountain Lodge on the east side of Monarch Pass. The hotel’s hey-day was likely in the 1970’s. The building has that Swiss-chalet look that was popular oh-so-very-long-ago and now it has a sort of Tammy Fey Baker make-up sagging off the facade look to it

Break time on the side of the road

They served dinner, but only the stuff that could be cooked in the fryer. There was only one person both cooking and serving and she was 10x faster than the Windsor restaurant. Next day we got up hoping the restaurant would serve breakfast like the desk-guy said they did, but no such luck. Apparently pillow-cases and breakfast were in short supply. We powered up to the top of Monarch Pass and ate at the gift shop. Very tasty breakfast sandwiches were had by all

Break time in Ridgway CO

Day three took us down the Gunnison River playing tourist at all the beautiful spots. Blue Mesa, Cinnamon river, and then over to Black Canyon where we rode down to the bottom and had lunch at the rivers edge. My upright motorcycle luck ran out at the entrance gate to Black Canyon N.P. I fell over at the gate house and LOTS of people were in line behind me. SO embarrassing!

The Handle Bar logo cut into the top of their chicken pot pie

After our canyon adventure we rode pavement west then south through Ridgway, Ouray, and over the Million-Dollar highway to Silverton. There were SO many avalanches in the mountains this past winter and the amount of broken trees is staggering! The area has that fresh pine scent that only comes with millions of snapped-off pine trees oozing sap in the spring

Mike, Mike, and John at Black Canyon of the Gunnison N.P.

We arrived at the Prospector Motel to find that the office had been converted into a room. We had to walk a block down the road to check in at the quicky-mart then walk back. The Prospect Motel peaked in about 1980 and while it was clean, had both kinds of water, and was quiet, I wouldn’t book my next vacation there

After getting cleaned up we set out in search of a meal and met some people who have been coming to Silverton for 40 years. They had some fine recommendations. We ate dinner at the Handle Bars food and saloon (look for the mustache) and the next day breakfast at the Brown Bear Cafe. Both good choices!

Day four we split up and went different ways. I headed back north over Red Mountain Pass and down valley to Grand Junction. Mike and John rode toward Durango and back into New Mexico where John had another go at falling down. Sand got him this time

All told it was a fun ride with great friends! I arrived home exhausted yet unscathed so I call that a win!

Friends in town to Ride

Chuck at the top of Hawkeye


Chuck stopped in town for an overnight and we ate mexican food and rode bikes! YaY!
We started climbing Hawkeye before 7am, then across to Mac ridge, and completed the loop on Troy built. It’s a great ride early in the morning. Finished before 80*F

Me at the top of Hawkeye early in the morning

That night was Fruita’s big fireworks display and they set the rabbit brush on fire within the first 5 minutes of the show. Lower Valley Fire had it out in less than 5 minutes so YaY! fire fighters! The show was 15 minutes long so I’m glad I didn’t stand in any lines to get in (or pay any money)

All things considered it’s a good show for such a small town to put on and about a gazillion people came to watch it (and drink beer and play corn-hole)

All Hail Summer Solstice

Hanging out at the Pavilion

Small hail, medium hail, freezing over-night temps and rain. Much rain. MeadowFest 2019! YaY!

Lots of campers and few tents for MeadowFest 2019

We spent a lot of time under the protective roof of the pavilion eating, singing, and drumming. It was great to catch up with all my pals and spend time together

A little bit of sun to take the edge off all the rain

Second Spring!

Cool, crisp, and green. Spring in the high country

In the desert spring sprang a couple months ago and now it’s summer. The cheat grass has gone dormant and the temps are flirting with 90*back in Fruita.

Nice camp area

At the Blacktail Creek Campground spring is just now springing. The camp is at 9100 feet in a mix of aspen and pine trees. The Aspens are bright green, and the mountain flowers are in bloom. The camp is between Toponas and Kremling on CO 131. Dirt road, pit toilet, and a dumpster round out the accommodations.

Olde-time water pump at the campground

I’m on my way to MeadowFest to join my chosen family for a long weekend of singing songs around a campfire

Surf’s UP

We got us a flood advisory this week.

The river level at the flow station

The river is up about 12 feet since I got here in March. All that snow in the high country is melting and washing all manner of strange and nasty stuff down past our park

Peter fire-hosing the silt off the ramp back in April

After the spring rains we washed the silt off the boat ramp

River at maybe 4,000 cubic feet per second

Now the boat ramp is under 12 feet of rushing water heading toward Moab at about 10 miles per hour

River at 37, 000 cubic feet per second
One camper in the park is ready for the flood of 2019

More Spring!

Spring blooms

It’s been an interesting few days. Saturday was the big Fruita celebration honoring a botched bird execution. 21st annual celebration of the time some guy tried to chop a head off a chicken and missed. The chicken’s name was Mike and he lost his face, eyes, beak, etc. Mike managed to live another 18 months before expiring. Sad times

We went in to town to listen to the “good” band play Saturday night at 7:30, but it turns out the actually good band played Friday night and we missed it. Just like Forest Gump’s box of chocolates

Spring blooms

On the plus side more plants are sending up their reproductive parts for the pollinators. It’s been a long, wet, mild spring here and all the growing things are happy about that.

Tiny spring blooms
Pokey spring blooms