Thursday 22nd July 2004
From
Lake Pueblo to, we hope, somewhere on the climb up to the Hoosier Pass (a
bit over 11000 feet). We haven't seen mountains since Virginia, so we were
a bit apprehensive, do our legs work on hills? Set off from Lake Pueblo
after a visit to the Marina Store. I suggested to the owner that the boats
were a bit big for the lake - they are, too! Huge yachts that would look
OK at Marseille or Cannes, but a bit big for a puddle in the semi-desert
of Colorado. He said they were really houses - log cabins - for people to
live aboard, rather than necessarily actually moving. It's the triumph of
over-specification - instead of a screwdriver to do up a screw round here
they'd reckon you needed a rechargeable pump action, electric, multi-function
tool! I guess selling people more than they need is much more profitable
than selling people what they really could do with. Then on to Wetmore where
the Western Express bike route separated off from us and headed towards,
eventually, San Francisco (the picture shows the junction where you make
the choice), we turned north and reached Canon City (pronounced Canyon City)
via Florence. Between Wetmore and Florence we met Mickey and his father
Steve, doing a very high tech tour - Mickey was carrying a five pound laptop
plus a flexible (marine) solar panel and a modem! You can see the very nice
results of being able to play with your computer all the time you want when
you aren't cycling at Mickey's Web Site.
A big prison loomed as we reached Florence - plenty of evidence of the boom
in the incarceration business around here (three huge prisons in two days).
Florence is very nice - and we had a big lunch at the Mainstreet Grill -
$13 but very filling and tasty. Thank goodness the pound is strong against
the dollar at the moment. Then we went on to Canon City, where I typed away
in the town library - "Got to go now to find the bike shop (can I find
a tyre that'll suit?). Once again the public library is a heaven of water
fountains, internet access and shade! Think of us as we start doing our
5000 foot climb!". Well, it certainly is one of the biggest climbs
on the transAm route.
We decided to do the climb up to around 8500, lured on by a flyer that
suggested there was a hostel in Guffy. Well, there wasn't as far as we
were concerned. There is a telephone number to ring, but no one was in,
a local bar helped out (especially by providing us with a couple of beers
- a wheat beer and a beer named 'Avalanche' - both very good, and real
micro brewery stuff I think) by directing us to the hostel owner's house.
It had a skull with glowing red lights stuck in the eye sockets. It was
dark by now. There was a sound of music coming from within, but no amount
of knocking did any good. The bar fed us very well and we reeled out into
the cold and dark wondering what to do. Well, we pitched our tent outside
the community school (it's the school holidays so can't be any problem
with that). A very mediocre night's sleep followed and a very early start
today. Oh - by the way - we noticed that one of the prisons we cycled
past recently had a riot on Tuesday of this week - Olney Springs. The
news was on the front of the Denver Times, or suchlike. Perhaps the inmates
rioted seeing the freedom of the open road? There is nothing in the world
that gives a greater sense of freedom than being on a bike on the open
road with a tent. Colorado, a state with horizons big as you could wish,
specialises, paradoxically, in providing imprisonment services to the
rest of the USA!
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