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| So we headed out and made it past Blue Mesa Lake right away, which was beautiful. After that we followed route 50 to 550 and it was definitely the most beautiful and fun riding I have ever done. Best motorcycle roads, out of the whole trip. |
We rode for a couple hours and then right before it got dark we decided to hunker down. We were in a small town called Silverton. It was pretty quaint and definitely catered to tourists. The hotels were too expensive and we "couldn't" camp on BLM land without a permit, so we found a hostel. The bed was only $20 and we were encouraged to use our sleeping bags (creepy). We shared the room with a 'nam vet, a energetic german tourist, and a grumpy hitchhiker. It was a weird night.
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| The next morning we woke up and checked out the nearby Avalanche cafe, especially since they had some good micro brews (didnt drink any of them, it was 7am and I had to ride)
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| Right off the bat we ran into Pinkerton hot springs. We were so surprised to feel how warm the water was and all the crazy weird colors that the high sulfur water had caused on the rock. What a weird thing nature is. Eventually we kept on moving south and made it to Durango. Their was this huge bike race and we just missed the big wave of traffic but definitely saw that the town was getting ready for something. We took advantage of this place off the side of the road making breakfast specials for the riders and their families. Good breakfast. |
From that resteraunt we hit the road and made way to Mesa Verde. The rode up to Mesa Verde was great, but I didnt have the helmet cam yet.
We weaved up the mountain and to the visitors center, where we realized (aka jordann informed me) that her gas light had been on since we started up the mountain road. We had to plead with a ranger and a construction worker for a total of 2 gallons of gas. Both were very nice and we got to practice our spanish with the construction worker! With a little more assurance that we were not going to be stranded on top of a mesa. We took some great pictures of spruce tree house (an ancient native american commonly called Anasazi, who at one point (for about 100 yrs) lived in cutout villages in the side of mesas/mtns).
next post is day 2 part II
From that resteraunt we hit the road and made way to Mesa Verde. The rode up to Mesa Verde was great, but I didnt have the helmet cam yet.We weaved up the mountain and to the visitors center, where we realized (aka jordann informed me) that her gas light had been on since we started up the mountain road. We had to plead with a ranger and a construction worker for a total of 2 gallons of gas. Both were very nice and we got to practice our spanish with the construction worker! With a little more assurance that we were not going to be stranded on top of a mesa. We took some great pictures of spruce tree house (an ancient native american commonly called Anasazi, who at one point (for about 100 yrs) lived in cutout villages in the side of mesas/mtns).
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