I got a pretty good nights sleep (despite the two snoring cyclists in my bunk room. Note to self-pack earplugs. Tissue doesn't really work that great) Had a few hours to kill before Karen and Bob arrived to tote me back to my car which was parked at their house. Again (sorry to be redundant here) but met some really great people. Cyclists from all over the world. A guy from Belgium, who had done a race on the Arizona Trail on his bike. the Arizona Trail goes through the Grand Canyon. The hitch...your bike tires cannot touch the floor of the canyon. Meaning, you carry your bike the 24 miles across the canyon. What?!! The is bad ass.
Karen and Bob arrived and we went to grab breakfast and then do a little tour of that part of the state before heading back to Montrose. Mostly because Karen wanted to terrify me with the ride over Red Mountain Pass. And she was successful. Steep switchbacks and not much in the way of guard rails. Stopped in Ouray for a 'scrap cookie' at their favorite bakery. Basically a cookie with all the good scraps from all the candies they make tossed in. Delish!
Then back to my car for the drive back to Fort Collins. 110 miles down. 75 to go. Silverton to Durango and that will have to wait until next year.
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