We started out as a chilly willy day, 37 degrees at 12,930 feet, as we rode into Telluride. We had breakfest at Maggies cafe and bakery, the sweetest buns in Telluride. Telluride was beautiful, scenic and the marshalls were motorcycle friendly. Then, we headed off to Black Canyon in Gunnison National Park.
We passed the 'wild hogs', who later caught up with us after we'd finished our ride and picnic lunch. Highway 92, named the 'West Elk Trail', ran along the gunnison river, climbing and winding up the canyon, was a motorcycle, twister riding dream come true. We were all smiles when we pulled over for our picnic at the top.
At Hotchiss, we headed north on 133, then right at Carbondale, and into Aspen. 133 had speed changes every few miles, plus the heavy tourist traffic, made this part of the ride a bit tiresome.
In Aspen we had a gourmet dinner at D19. Mountain House Lodge had a deck, which one chic slept out on. The manager reprimanded this chic because the deck was not safety secured. This day was 329 miles, and 12 hours in the saddle. One chic had a close encounter with a rock, which
cracked the headli
ght cover.
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