Elevation

'Wooohoo wooohohoo woooohoooo elevation' - U2

The riding in Colorado started out quite easy, but now we have found ourselves climbing up to elevations of 11,000 feet and the weather has done a complete 180. The 30 degree days where we were covering up to avoid being burnt have been replaced by 0 degree days where we are covering up to avoid frostbite. Eish.

We started off heading down to Steamboat Springs and with the quick work of Mr Counihan landed a spot with a fellow couchsurfer in town. We needed to get the bikes serviced so we decided to take the day off the following day and check the small ski and bike town out. After 21 consecutive days in the saddle it felt a bit weird to not be putting on the spandex in the morning.

The next stops were Radium then Silverthorne. It's amazingly easy to get lost in your own thoughts and daydreams with the changing colours of the Aspens lining the road like fires. The weather was great and we kept slapping on the suncream all the way during the ride. We came across an Aspen grove on the way up and when riding passed someone called out to us. The Colorado boys, Caleb and Sam had spent the night there and we joined them for some lunch under the trees before we descended into Radium.

Getting out of Radium proved to be much harder than getting in with the climbing starting from as early as the 3rd km. The daily ritual of sardines and crackers was enjoyed beside a lake and afterwards we had to jump in to escape the midday sun. We had thought that if this was what the weather is going to be like we'll have no problem making the run to the border. In the position we are now we'd give anything to have that weather back. The last climb before heading down into Silverthorne was a serious one and had us really chugging, but again the reward was the view over more mountains and Aspen trees. We had to slog it out on tar to get to Silverthorne and after a McDonalds binge that could've fed a family we headed over to the campsite on Dillon Lake. We met up with the British couple Matt and Nadine and also met there friend Frank. We planned to ride together to Breckenridge the next day.

We realised that the Boks were playing the Aussies the next morning so we were up and ready to go to get to Breckenridge by 9am to try and find a TV. The bike path from Silverthorne to Breckenridge was a super ride and the sun was out. We pulled into a bar called Napper Tandy's and soon the barmen was flicking through the channels trying to find this elusive rugby thing we were so excited about. We were warned that even if we found the channel it still might not work. The channel was found and the OK button pressed. The pause and silence of anticipation from us just showed what was at stake. The picture came on and we were in business! We had already felt as if we'd won and the expressions from the other customers were ones of excitement. I think they thought we'd won the lottery or something. We savoured the 9 am beers and went pretty balistic whenever our boys in green and gold scored. It is safe to say we really enjoyed watching the game. Having to leave the bar to tackle one of our biggest climbs of the ride was tough. Boreas Pass took us to 11,500 feet and as soon as we reached the top the clouds converged on us. It was a quick descent to Como, which resembled something out of a zombie movie, where we pitched tents in the rain and called it a night.

Next stop was Salida and we took quite a beating getting there. The track lead us straight into an enormous thunderstorm that had us drenched and frozen within minutes and with no where to go we just kept going until the clouds moved on. We knew then that if there was any chance of rain we had to find some kind of shelter. Any kind. Mr Counihan's quick fingers and charm were at it again and within seconds had cemented a couchsurfing spot in Salida. I don't know how the man does it. Salida came into view after a 19 km section of epic downhill. All the grinding of the day soon disappeared. Our couchsurfing host was a guy by the name of Brice, a resident artist in Salida. He was incredibly generous and pretty much let us have free reign of his place. We didn't plan on spending a day in Salida, but the clouds closed in around us and locked us in for the day.

We were on the road early the next day and up Marshall Pass. Tragedy struck and we were hit with the first puncture of the 2800 kms ridden and of course it had to be me. But as always the boys rallied together and made short work of the repairs. Snow covered the top of Marshall Pass and the fingers and toes were numb in seconds. The downhill into Sargents made us feel like we were launching an assault on the South Pole. We made it to Sargents and huddled into a cabin and cranked the heating up. The weather wasn't much better the next morning and as we pulled over for lunch the first thunderstorm of the day came in fast. I've never seen three tins of sards disappear that quickly. Our salvation came in the form of a campsite toilet. We waited out the storm and got on the bikes under sunny skies. This didn't last as long as we'd hoped. The second thunderstorm of the day rolled over us and then the hail started coming down, then it turned to snow. We had 7 kms of riding until the next campsite and again sort refuge in the campsite bog.

With the snow falling outside we went to an all time low and huddled in the campsite bog and spent the night here. I was stuck between the urinal and the toilet and really hoped Cam and Keith wouldn't feel the urge to go in the middle of the night. The rule stood that the urinal and toilet were out of bounds, but apparently with negative temperatures outside these rules were meant to be broken.

We hit the road the next morning under clear skies, but our usual brown track had been turned white. We carved up the slopes quickly and shreded enough pow that even Jean-Claude Kille himself would be proud. The temp kept to a frosty -5 even with the sun out.

We're up against the highest pass of the whole trip today, Indiana Pass at 11,900 feet. That will make us at least a 600 feet higher than the highest point in SA. Spare us a warm thought us we battle this beast.