I was ready to abandon my my hopes of serendipity leading my journey, as I had hit so many walls of disappointment. Failures one after the other were prodding me to do more planning. Until Breakneck Pass. A turn onto the road for the pass led me to horses, and the entrance to Breakneck Pass, which was a switchback onto a narrow, rough dirt road.
This pass surely would have ended my trip if not my life. As I turned around, I noticed another entrance to a campground 7 miles away. Man this road was rough, emptied my new fridge of beer and food onto the floor. Then, I ran into this guy. Bedded down in a beaver meadow.
Weston Pass turned into my best experience so far. I finally unloaded the bike for the first time since leaving Birmingham. I found a few trails, mining ruins, and talked to several other riders “doing the Divide”
As you can see in the pic above, Pike NF is on one side, San Isbel NF is on the other. I must have seen 50+ adventure guys riding this road.
This Canadian couple above stopped to chat, they dropped their rig in Wyoming, and had ridden down to Leadville and were riding back. They seemed truly happy.
Video to come when I have better Internet.