This year has seen some extreme weather for our state. Early in the summer, the area was plagued by devastating wildfires and it seemed that we would be confronting a long summer of drought. I was certain that the devastation caused by the fires would only get worse. It was hot, but the fires subsided after a few weeks, but not before hundreds of homes were destroyed. Then last week, much of the front range was hit by unprecedented amounts of rain, which resulted in some of the worst flooding that the state has ever seen. Several areas north of Denver including the City of Boulder, and the Big Thompson Canyon (I rode the canyon last summer) have been hit hard.
|Entryway into the Big Thompson Canyon|
|Students were tubing through this tunnel the night before!|
Last Sunday I rode west from my home and found the shoulder of the road to be a bit of mess. There was debris all over the place ranging from wire, to broken glass, to pieces of tire. Not the best for riding I discovered, when about 25 miles out, I managed to hit a discarded staple which put a nice hole in my tube, despite the thorn resistant tubes and flak jacket tires. I spent a good 20 minutes on the side of the road working to patch it, but the only thing that was restored was my faith in humanity (I had no less than three people stop to offer assistance). The tube lasted about 10 miles back towards town before I had to call Melisa for a pickup. Bless her for doing this.
|Last week's Strava entry says it all!|
It takes about 35-40 minutes to ride from my house out to the track. The annual Corporate Cup Ride was taking place this morning, so I was surprised by the number of cyclists and vehicles at the start of the road. No matter as it looked like the event was winding down and I seemed to be the only cyclist heading east. As I rode out onto the newly paved road something caught my eye. I looked down and saw a fairly large yellow and black caterpillar just to left of my wheel. Hadn't seen one of those in a while. Then I saw another one. And another. Then five, then ten. Before long there were literally hundreds of them, crawling back and forth across the road. Sadly, the riders from the corporate cup seem to have taken a toll. Fortunately, they only lasted about a quarter mile and as I climbed the short roller in front of me, they seemed to disappear altogether. For a while, anyway. Shortly after descending the second hill, I came across another patch of them, but this group must have lasted a good 4 miles.
|You do not want to run over one of these things . . . but you may not have a choice!|
|Glad there weren't thousands of these on the road!|