June 29, 1999 - Day 24 - Silverthorne to Granby, Colorado

66.5 miles, 14.8 mph average, 1383 total miles, 35.6 mph maximum speed
(June 30 and July 1 are rest days, mentioned briefly here)

6 roadkill

Dillon Resovoir Dam
Dillon Reservoir Dam
See that wall across the back of this picture? The Dillon Reservoir is behind that wall. It's a good thing about the only thing in Silverthorne is outlet malls. No loss if that baby blows.

Today is the day Lois is supposed to meet me. She called last night from Grand Island, Nebraska and will find me today!! She'll call on the cell phone when she gets closer. I'm keeping it right in my pocket while I ride.
Today's route takes me north on Rte. 9 from Silverthorne to Kremmling, then east on Rte. 40 (the old Ute Trail - which we have nothing on in our Trails Page) to YES!!!! the beginning of Route 34 at Granby, Colorado.
The first forty miles north to Kremmling were directly into a strong headwind. Very discouraging, especially since I had a late start to begin with and I wanted to meet Lois somewhere on Rte. 34.
After a milkshake in Kremmling, I headed east on 40 with a pretty good tailwind now.

Hot Springs Sign
Hot Sulphur Springs
Most of Colorado is very volcanic. This explains the number of hot springs scattered across the state. Normally I'd stop in here, but Lois is on her way. The hot springs will wait.

It became mid-afternoon and the phone hadn't rung. After checking it, I realized I was in a dead zone for cellular coverage. Hope Lois figures that out. And I hope she figures out that I didn't make it as far as I wanted to be.

And, of course, she did. About five miles west of Granby, I saw the car crest a hill. She recognized me at the same time I recognized her. Two huge smiling faces. What a great moment. I hadn't seen her since the morning of June 6 when she and Ruth and Alyce took me to the airport.

Kathy Placchi
Kathy Placchi of Great Divide Sports in Granby, Great Samaritan
We decided I would ride on into Granby and we would try to store the bike somewhere for a couple of days while Lois and I relaxed.
Kathy runs Great Divide Sports, a neat little bike shop. She didn't even hesitate when I asked her if I could store the bike there. She said she'd be open at 9:00 a.m. on Friday so I could pick it up. Kathy has a couple of high school age kids, so Lois and I appreciated hearing a parent who sided with teachers.

After leaving the bike, Lois and I drove over Trail Ridge Road. Our destination was the BaldPate Inn, seven miles south of Estes Park. Our friend, Lois Smith is the innkeeper there, and she was holding a room for us for two nights.

Buck Elk
Buck Elk on Trail Ridge Rd.
At the very top of the pass, 12,000 feet plus, this magnificent buck elk was just sitting by the side of the road, as though posing. I cannot fathom the person that sees an animal like this and first thought is, "Man, would I love to kill that!" Can someone explain this to me?

The BaldPate is a magnificent old wooden bed and breakfast (22 rooms) hotel built in 1917. No wall is straight, no floor is level, but it is incredibly charming and restful with a magnificent view of Estes Park and its valley, about 1500 feet below. Lois Smith has done a terrific job of running the place. She has great taste and she is a gourmet cook. She cooks for about 300 people a day and still makes you feel like you're the only person there.
The website address is www.baldpateinn.com. There are some great pictures of it. Lois and Bob give it a 5-star rating.

BaldPate Sitting Room
BaldPate sitting room

BaldPate Porch
BaldPate porch dining room
This room looks out over the Estes Park valley 1500 feet below.

Friends at the BaldPate
Friends meet at the BaldPate
That's our friends Dick and Helen from Gypsum, Lois and me, and Lois Smith, the innkeeper on the right. This is taken on the great 2nd floor veranda.

View of Estes Park and Hummingbirds
View from veranda
That's Estes Park, seven miles away and 1500 feet below. And hummingbirds.

On Thursday, Lois and I drove down to Denver and stayed in a hotel there overnight. We went to a sports bar a block from beautiful Coors Field and watched the U.S. v Germany World Cup quarterfinal. It was great.
The U.S. scored a disastrous own goal minutes into the game. This can destroy other teams (see Colombia v U.S., 1994 Men's World Cup), but not these women. They tied the game, only to have Germany score the go-ahead goal in extra time before halftime. This can destroy other teams, but not THESE women. We tied the game in the second half and scored the winning goal on a beautiful header. Wow!!
If you have not seen them play yet, you'd better catch the best thing happening in sport today this Sunday (July 4). We will play Brazil in the semifinal game in Palo Alto, and it will be a great atmosphere.

At halftime of the game there was an interview with Michelle Akers, the oldest player on the U.S. squad, already named the greatest female player of the 20th century. This is her third World Cup. (She was a teammate, by the way, of Downers Grove North's boys' and girls' varsity coach, Christine Tomek on the U.S. National team through the late 1980's. She's a totally class act. I have her web page linked on my Favorite Links on my Biography page.
Anyway, she has developed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, and was describing the constant battle this presents her every day. At least twice she alluded to the fact that her disease was similar to climbing a mountain. She just had to keep climbing. I told Lois that since tomorrow I would be climbing a huge mountain, I was going to dedicate that climb to Michelle Akers. And so I will.

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