The sky was a deep blue, the sun was glistening off the newly sprouted green leaves of the aspen, my favorite music was lightly tickling my ears via my helmet speakers, and the Wee was purring along, effortlessly sweeping thru the corners of my favorite local backcountry roads. Today was a perfect day, to reflect on this past weekend?s true meaning.
After the long winter and very wet spring, the country side was awash in green (my favorite color, by the way). There were fields sprouting with spring flowers that I had never seen before in Colorado?s arid climate. The coolness of this spring morning was chilling my body as I gently piloted the Wee along the narrow string of pavement, called Foxton Road that follows the North Fork of the South Platte River. I love to ride this small bit of road in the early mornings. It is peaceful and very serine at eight AM . Sometimes I wish that I could afford a small cabin along the river and live out the rest of my days there.
Made a stop at a rustic bar and grill called the Buck Snort Saloon. It is tucked back behind, in the hills a mile or so, up a half assed paved road, (More dirt than pavement) from the hamlet called Pine Grove. Unfortunately it was closed this day. No lunch for me. This is a great little place to visit. Inside the walls are covered in dollar bills that previous patrons have pinned up with their name and place of origin written on them.
Enough words. It is getting late and I need to get home across town before Rush Hour traffic. Today was a ?chamber of commerce? day for Colorado, I am very fortunate to be able to live and ride in God?s Country. Ride safe my friends.
After the long winter and very wet spring, the country side was awash in green (my favorite color, by the way). There were fields sprouting with spring flowers that I had never seen before in Colorado?s arid climate. The coolness of this spring morning was chilling my body as I gently piloted the Wee along the narrow string of pavement, called Foxton Road that follows the North Fork of the South Platte River. I love to ride this small bit of road in the early mornings. It is peaceful and very serine at eight AM . Sometimes I wish that I could afford a small cabin along the river and live out the rest of my days there.
Made a stop at a rustic bar and grill called the Buck Snort Saloon. It is tucked back behind, in the hills a mile or so, up a half assed paved road, (More dirt than pavement) from the hamlet called Pine Grove. Unfortunately it was closed this day. No lunch for me. This is a great little place to visit. Inside the walls are covered in dollar bills that previous patrons have pinned up with their name and place of origin written on them.
Enough words. It is getting late and I need to get home across town before Rush Hour traffic. Today was a ?chamber of commerce? day for Colorado, I am very fortunate to be able to live and ride in God?s Country. Ride safe my friends.
if looks could kill!!! Texans take their home state pride serious, and my mom packs a .45 Glock!