I started the morning with another fantastic meal made my Mr. And Mrs. Milam. After meandering through Garden of the Gods, (a park with unique red rock formations,) I started off from Woodland Park. For two days in Colorado Springs I stared anxiously at the sky waiting for the clouds to part and reveal Pike's Peak. It never happened. Maybe it is not a bad thing, as I am sure the supernatural size of the peak I am now imagining far outdoes the actual hilltop.
Riding into the mountains is a breathtaking experience. Literally, the altitude changes make it difficult to breath. I spent the last three nights at 6,000 feet- tonight at 10,000. Besides battling a frigid headwind, the difference in elevation is easily palpable and frustrating.
I was hoping to make it to a hostel in Breckenridge, but I was held up by winds. My dread of camping in below freezing temperatures with pending snow turned out to be unfounded. As I approached Fairplay I saw a yellow rescue squad sign and decided to try my luck. After knocking on the door of the station and pleading my case, I was shown the shower, leftover food in the fridge, and a place inside to sleep. Amazing!
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