We left about 10 in the morning on a beautiful sunny day and headed upriver on the bicycle trail from our campground in Glenwood Springs. The trail snaked alongside the Colorado River and we got good views of the roaring, muddy rapids as we went along. We met lots of other cyclists, joggers and river rafters during our ride.
We carried Gatorade, water, cheese, fruit and my camera, all without knap sacks which was nice. We bought our mountain bikes about 25 years ago (from Wayne Robinson’s Bicycle City shop in Oshawa, for those of you who would remember) but they are still in really good shape and we used lots of gears. The trail went 13 miles upriver but after 5 miles we had lunch and decided to turn back. The return journey was easier as that was the downriver direction so there was a fair bit of coasting.
My new bicycle seat is divided in two halves with a long valley carved down the centre. When I asked the young salesman in the cycle shop if this was to improve air circulation he said no it was to “relieve pressure”, which I thought was very delicate phrasing from a 20-something guy to a lady old enough to be his mother. Anyway the new seat technology helped considerably and I was glad I upgraded. I suggested John replace his bicycle seat as well and he is considering it.
That afternoon we drove into Glenwood Springs to get groceries and stumbled upon a trailhead going to the Doc Holliday memorial in the old town cemetery. So we parked and hiked up the hill to take in the lovely view of the town in the gorge (sorry – no camera with me) and found the marker that said Doc Holliday was buried “someplace in this cemetery”. Apparently the old burial records were lost, stolen or destroyed back in the early part of the 20th century so no-one knows which grave is his. Doc Holliday took part in the shootout in the OK Corral with Wyatt Earp but Doc actually died of tuberculosis at the age of 36 when he came to Glenwood Springs to take the healing waters. Ironic.
While on the hike we met some other people who let us know the weekly farmers market was taking place downtown that evening so we took the groceries back to the RV, got all the fresh stuff in the fridge and drove back to the market. It was interesting but there were definitely no bargains. I bought two blondie squares for our snack and a small focaccia loaf and that came to $13. Should have asked the price before he wrapped everything up for us… There were perhaps twenty vendors there selling organic produce and wine, jewellery, the usual.
The next day we loaded up and headed for the KOA campground just east of Denver.
July 21st, 2009 at 1:06 pm You would figure men would like a seat like that. Anything to relieve pressure!