We had one major climb for today and that was to get us up to the town of Wetmore. Most of the way we were going up. Often it looked downhill, but our legs and Roger's altimeter confirmed we were climbing. Just before Wetmore we spotted the climb. From far away it didn't look to bad, but as we drew closer it started to look ominously steep. We took a break at the bottom of the steep climb, ate some food, then started up the incline. It was a long, slow, go that topped out at 14% grade for a portion of it. I took another break near the top. I wanted a photo of the beast we just climbed. I met up with Roger who was up ahead of me, and together we rolled into Wetmore.
There was supposed to be a store in Wetmore, alas, as is often the case in these little communities, the store was no more. Roger found water for his empty water bottles at a house. I still had water and so we rode on.
The ride to Florence was fantastic. Downhill practically the whole way. We descended on the Federal prison that is huge, and looks like a resort until you see the razor wire fence. Florence is a delightful little town that seems prosperous and busy. We met May there who had scouted some restaurants for our lunch.
Roger ordered a half order of biscuits and gravy and some eggs and toast on the side. When he got his order, it was a huge amount of food. I wonder what the full order would be? I had a chicken guacamole sandwich. Everything was good.
We only had about 9 more miles Cañon City where we would be staying. May had found an older, independent motel ran by a nice couple. It was old and the rooms were smaller, but everything was tidy and neat.
|Scenery is getting better|
|Up ahead is the big climb of the day|
|From the top. 14% grade on this baby.|
|One more view. Yeah, we climbed that.|
|Hi, The milk is in the fridge - Christine.|
We didn't have a coffee maker in our room,
so the owners brought one for us, along with cups and milk.
How nice is that!