We rode over the Rockies this past weekend. It was amazing. As amazing as I expected. Vail Pass was a breeze (with the exception of "the wall", a short, very steep section of the bike path), and Loveland was a slog, but we all made it, and the descent made it well worth while. While riding down a winding canyon on the east side of the Rockies, I could finally feel the magnitude of what we had done. The Rockies are big. Each day of the trip has been about riding a small section of road, and the ultimate goal has felt so distant. It's been hard to believe that the Rockies are officially over. After a few more days of riding the flats, it might start to sink in, but for now, I think we're all just basking, and hoping our sore muscles recover quickly. A short rest day in Denver, then a 115 mile ride out to Fort Morgan, I'm exhausted yet again, and looking forward to a short 60 mile day tomorrow.
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