3000 miles……in a car in less than a week led to an amazing trip!
Garden of the Gods
Eric and I started with a trip to the Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs. I had heard it was an awesome place to do some mountain biking. After about 12 hours in the car, I was ready to ride my bike for a while.
It was about 60 degrees so it seemed perfect.
We got our shoes and helmet on and our bikes ready and took off.
Sadly, we took off on a trail that wasn’t for mountain bikes. I guess the trail wasn’t marked too clearly and we missed the “no bikes” sign. Wish I had seen it because it wasn’t five minutes into the ride, I fell flat into a cactus!! Life sucks, if you let it. Eric had taken off so I was there to pick cactus needles out of my legs and hands. UGH! When I finally felt as though I had them out well enough to continue the ride, I threw my leg over the bike, grabbed the hand grip and……immediately hopped back off the bike. The handle grip was filled with cactus needles too, and again, there I was left to pull even more cactus needles out of my hand….
Ok, ready to try again! We finally got on the right path! The road. It was beautiful riding through the Garden of the Gods. The incredible 700 ton balanced rock has sat on this narrow pedestal for thousands of years. The history of this rock is pretty incredible. We took a climb, as did the other tourists admiring this rock, and weren’t disappointed with the spectacular view.
Continuing our ride after the climb, the weather began to change. The temperature dropped and the rain began to fall. The rain became heavier, I began to feel more cactus needles in my hand. The rain turned into hail, oh life sucks….if you let it……. Now we were soaking wet, I had cactus needles in my bike pants that began poking thru to my leg, and the hail was pounding on my helmet and hands. I told Eric to find the car and come back for me. I was able to keep up with him for a while then he took off. Hopefully he would get to the car quickly.
I went right at the top of the hill, rather than left and totally missed the car. Winding my way to the Visitor Center, I pulled my bike up under the awning and stood there freezing waiting for Eric to find me. He finally made it, and we hurriedly put my bike on the rack, while the hail continued to beat down on us! We pulled up under a very sparse tree and waited for the hail to subside. The hail began to ease, but then the flooding started. We looked for a hotel since the tent thing wasn’t going to work so well that night. But all of the hotels that we passed read, you guessed it….NO VACANCY!
Great times indeed! Life sucks….if you let it! We never made it to the actual designated mountain bike trail! Another time!