The Inn at Palmer Divide
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October 4th – day 153
Today we headed up to Denver (45
minutes) to go to Pstr. Chris Hill's church at 11am. He and his wife
have spoken at church conference back in New Zealand a number of
times and the kids wanted to hear him speak in his home church. We
told them it was 50/50 as to whether he would be there or not be
thankfully he was. Amazing service, full gospel choir, have totally
I left my parents house at 9:18 in 59 degree weather. After filling up with gas I was on I-70 heading home. Right around Mount Garfield, the wind was gusty and strong. It was not much fun. And another day riding into the sun.
Vail pass was a breeze. And Eisenhower Tunnel approach was a breeze. Thanks to riding a motorcycle I was able to buzz around slow pokes in the fast lanes. ...
... or get scalded for your four minute shower.
We both are not in top form, but we head into the cross roads for some groceries. We stop in a curio shop and the lady is very friendly and chats us up. She asks us if we are feeling the altitude sickness. She then goes on to explain how many people get sick this high up. Basically this is like a hangover, headache (check), upset stomach (check), shortness of ...
... bring water. After dinner we road the bike through The Garden of The Gods. It was early evening and the sun was shining on the back side of the park. These natural red rock formations are spectacular - our pictures just couldn't quite capture their beauty. We also drove into Colorado Springs to see the downtown. It's a smaller city with a gorgeous view of the mountains. There was a huge Pioneer Museum but we didn't take the time to check it ...
... was taken in its natural desert shape. Soon we had made it to the place where the once wide valley narrowed to a point as the Sam Juan and Sangre de Cristos merged. I hoped that Loretta's, a place I once enjoyed a satisfying bowl of chili in the same room as a real cowboy, was open. Not only was it closed, the entire town it was in was closed. The only way out was a small mountain pass into another much snaller valley. The cool 9000 foot air and the lack of traffic ...