Thanks. The colors on the old cars is what draws me to them. I don't really know anything about old cars, although I'm sure Paul and Glenda in Arkansas think I should know a lot more now, after he spent the afternoon explaining it to me from his books.

It's just the color and the idea of them rusting in fields that attracts me.
I don't think I'll be at Pikes Peak. Too crowded and touristy. Not my thing. but I did do Independence Pass and the continental divide. Here's that part
After my night in the parking lot and then doing some work, I moved the truck and trailer to the city park and unloaded the BMW R1150R with the help of a man who was picnicking with his wife there for the day.
I set it up for a day ride and possible stop for fishing. I got a late start after not much sleep then past few nights and especially in the parking lot. Then doing some work and posting in the motel lobby where I was bumming some wifi ate up some of my day, as well as moving to the city park. So when I finally got away, I knew I would be short on time again. Once I settle somewhere, I think I’ll finally feel like I did everything I wanted to do in a day and didn’t have to leave anything undone. Maybe.
But first - I needed to go to the Continental Divide at Independence Pass, so I left the park
Then headed north on 24.
Ascending - and things are looking better!!!
Moving on into the San Isabel National Forest and I start to see snow in the distance. I think I’m headed that way!!!
The Arkansas River is at my right as well as some rail road tracks. I think it is right about in this area where I saw a sign stating “Old Stage Coach Road” - and it looks like a pretty cool dirt road. But I don’t know anything about it. Can someone tell me where it goes and how it is for a lightweight on a DR650?
I stopped in Granite at this little store for a snack and some coffee and to put another layer on. I was getting cold again already.
The sign on the pump amused me when I imagined that people would drive up and actually assume that gasoline was really only $2.13 for unleaded when it was selling for over $4.00 everywhere else. Two signs, ought to make sure they understand, right?
After the little stop in Granite, I started watching for 82 that would take me northweset over Independence pass toward Aspen.
Found it:
Seeing the snow, knowing I’d be up there soon, and feeling the temperatures dropping, I stopped again to put on glove liners. I know I was smiling to myself inside that helmet all the way. I was so excited to be climbing up to the Continental Divide.
But first - Twin Lakes. Yes, - the sky was really that blue, and the lake reflected it just as blue. It was stunning.
I wanted a closer look.
And soon the road turned to dirt, and my smile grew.
I parked and walked around a bit, but it was a weekend and things were starting to get kind of busy there with lots of cars/trucks traveling kind of fast down this dirt road. I just felt like moving on and getting to the pass.

Where I was:
Now back on track
Passing through the town of Twin Lakes. The Arkansas River is flowing really fast along this stretch. Solid white water at places. It was beautiful.
They variations of shades of green was spectacular along 82. I know I’m headed to Independence Pass, but I’m not sure where it’s going to pass through this range. I’d love to know though.
Hand holding the camera - not the best solution, but all that is left since the other point and shoot is gone now.
Eventually a valley emerges and the Arkansas River has flattened within the valley snaking it’s way to another rapid descent. This was a good fishing area. I stopped along here for a few minutes. I saw a KLR loaded and parked in the same area and assumed the missing rider was probably fishing these waters.
You can see the water on the right winding it’s way through the valley while the road continues up ahead and starts it’s steep ascent.
Switchbacks are fun
A look back at the road and the river
Still climbing. The drop off on the descending side is pretty severe. I could see how it would be easy to go over too, because the view below is incredible, and we all know our bikes go where we are looking.
And then…………….. it happened ......... WHOA!!!!
Just kidding. :lol3
I was trying to hurry and get the camera out of my pocket so I could get this shot before I passed by it. Cool, huh?
See that little pull off to the right in the picture? I made note of it and planned to stop there on my way down to try to shoot a better photo of the little waterfall above. It was just a dirt turn off on a descent, with a high price to pay if I couldn’t control the bike in a stop on dirt. Looking at it from this angle, it did not to appear to be as steep as it was when I eventually did stop there on the way back down. I think it was the first time I felt like I might break a sweat. And putting a pull out just around the corner from oncoming traffic, might not be the best place for the road engineers to put one.
And now the snow pictures. The first time my BMW has “seen” snow.
Below me. This was a hard shot to get while riding, and you can see there is no place to pull off - but you can see a bit of the road I just climbed.
I had to get the snow bank shot. Taller than my bike - that’s my mirror in the lower right corner
And then I’m there. And how nice that there was a spot right by the sign for my bike!!!
I must have taken photos for at least a dozen people standing in front of the sign with their point and shoot cameras. I was tempted to put my tank bag at my feet and open it, for a tip jar. I could use the extra cash about now. I was too shy to ask any of them to take my picture there. I did have some neat conversations with various people I was photographing.
Look SNOW!! (this for my climate challenged friends back in south Texas)
This guy was not wearing any pants!!!!
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Just shorts
This one wears nothing at all!!!!
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And he’s a little unsure about the white stuff. I was a little unsure about the yellow stuff under him.
For DJ
So after playing photographer for a dozen groups of people, I drank the cold coke and decided to turn around so that I could check out a couple of spots for camping along the Arkansas River below.
Typically, one of the many mottos I live by is, “Never return ‘home’ by the same route when you left.” But, my options were limited at this point. The nice thing about mountain scenery though is that it really looks completely different going the other direction. You miss a lot by not being able to look over your shoulder while navigating a bike on twisty roads. So the trip down by the same route was just as pleasurable and still held beauties I had not yet seen.
another switchback!!!
And here is that pull off. I’m off the road as far as I can safely go because of cars coming around the turn just behind me.
I got the waterfall again thouogh
Soon I was out of the snow and back among the aspens.
I found a nice place along the Arkansas river for camping which I would use later
But back to the truck first.
Some other things I did while in this area:
Fished here
Spent some time along here, watching and reading.
Gettin’ kind of close to the rocks isn’t he? I couldn’t do this sport. Nor whitewater rafting. I need more control then just surrendering my life to the whim and power of the water.
and some times just for photos as well
Soon, it was time to move on again.