It was looking like this may be the last nice day for a while, so I put everything aside and headed up to the mountains for a day ride before the rain and snow knock all the leaves off the trees.
Leaving town I tried for the first time to take pictures while riding. (I got my armpit a few times, but IÔÇÖm learning.)
Toward the edge of the Laramie Plains there is a little lake.
I continued toward the hills.
Up past remote ranchesÔÇª
Welcome to Colorado.
Finally, leaving the main (dirt) roadÔÇª
Into the woodsÔÇª
Finally reaching an area above the aspens and cottonwoodsÔÇª
Up in this area, the only ÔÇ£autumn colorÔÇØ is caused by pine bark beetles killing the trees.
There was just a dusting of snow in the woods, but finding this at mid-day means more snow is coming.
Hmmm. IÔÇÖm out of cell phone range, IÔÇÖm traveling alone, no one knows IÔÇÖm here, and I havenÔÇÖt seen another vehicle for over an hour. Time to turn around.
Back to the county road. They may not plow it, but itÔÇÖs better than that forest road. (And if IÔÇÖm lying in the middle of it, someone might come by before next weekend.)
Besides, the scenery is pretty good here too.
Uh, what does that sign say?
To be continued...