The trip continues. The last few days have been spent with The Family; it’s always amusing when a bunch of us get together. It’s nonstop laughs, jokes and jabs with and at one another. A typical Joiner gathering.
(A Few Joiners)
Colorado is perfect; the weather, the scenery, the family. Only a fool wouldn’t seriously consider leaving job and moving west. With submitted applications and more in the near future, the idea of moving to Colorado may soon become reality if the right opportunity presents itself. At this point, nothing is off the table and any beneficial opportunity is worth aggressively pursuing.
This next leg of the journey will begin in Parker, Colorado and will end in Cortez, Colorado. Rather than take the interstate highways, I’ll be driving on the “Million Dollar Highway”, which is an old state road that cuts through the Rocky Mountains. Locals have described this highway as the Swiss Alps of the United States, with breathtaking views and winding roads. After an 8 hour drive, I should be in Cortez, which is approximately 30 minutes from Four Corners in the southwestern part of Colorado. For this leg of the journey I’ll be riding solo. Pictures will be uploaded below throughout the day…
Eldora, CO
Argo Mines; Got yelled at by some locals for bringing a camera into a child’s playground to take pictures; snap and run
Eisenhower Tunnel: continental divide. 11,000ft
Max. Elevation was 11370ft and dropped to 8804 in five (5) miles. Pictures can’t even describe the beauty out here.
Silverthorne, Colorado: 9,150ft
Ouray, CO: The Swiss Alps of America
Cortez, Colorado I’m fairly certain my hotel room was featured on a previous episode of COPS!
End of Day 1
453 Miles later and I am finally in Cortez, Colorado. Pictures alone cannot describe the magnificent views I witnessed today. Perhaps because of the continuous Christian Rock channels that are ubiquitous in southwest Colorado, I found Jesus; unfortunately he was standing next to the ‘road narrows’ sign on the Million Dollar Highway, in a poncho, in the pouring rain, laughing, and selling clean underwear and shorts. It’s not everyday you get to travel on a winding road, barely wide enough to fit two passing cars, where the white reflector line touches the edge of a 2,000ft cliff. In the pouring rain. With trucks passing you. It was unbelievable.