Once at the bottom, we hit the highway for 20 miles or so into the touristy town of Silverthorne where Cam raced to the post office. Eight pounds of goodies later we continued on to McDonald's (of course) to wait out the storm.
This area was actually home to three towns all in a row - Silverthorne, Frisco, and Breckenridge. These towns were all connected via a windy bike path with roller-coaster style terrain. It was a blast to storm through the trees and along the waterfront on this path. We made it to a beautiful campground in Frisco by sundown.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this yet, but Geoff is totally anal about picking his tent site. So after thoroughly examining each site, G finally settles on a great one. We set all our tents up and began the nightly rituals of dinner, chatting, cards, and would-you-rathers. Amidst the fun, we realized that the campsite that G picked had actually been reserved. We decided to play the waiting game and thankfully nobody showed. After a stunning sun set over the jagged mountainscape, we hit the sack.
Met some Trans-Am riders for breakfast.
Breakfast. "The Randy" was on special. How could we resist?
Flying down pave towards monsters.
14ers in the distance
Colorado - where the climbs are well worth the struggle.
The lads in Frisco, Co.
Not a bad campsite!