after i started to descend washington pass, the misery continued in the form of hail and the speed of the wind as i descended at 35 mph. luckily there was very little traffic as i hogged the lane in spite of a healthy shoulder which was covered in snow and slush. other than the elements abusing me, the sad part was i could not enjoy the beauty i knew the backside of this pass held -- that usually made paid me back for all the climbing i'd done in colorado.
as i descended the temperature started to climb. at 37 degrees F, i could start feeling my knees again. it wasn't until 40 deg F that i got back all my feeling except that my feet actually felt cold now. i'll take it! cold was a feeling and i was glad to get it.
as i approached winthrop the temperature climbed to 47 deg F. to be honest, i was worried i was going to make it before i put on all the plastic. funny how when you get to a low point like that that what would've seemed like bad weather before now felt like the best weather ever.
when i arrived in winthrop i was thoroughly spent so i got a hotel and cranked up the heater to dry everything off while i went off to an excellent dinner.
the whole town had this old west look and feel:


1 comment:
Hey...be careful out there....frostbite is not your friend!!!
Post a Comment