Wolf Creek Pass

 

Every day it seems I travel up high mountain passes to where the trees are just leafing out.

Not Spring Here Yet

Today was no exception. Starting off in Salida Colorado I traveled south to meet up with my traveling pal. We were meeting in a town with a name neither of us can pronounce (Saguache)

Saguache is a small little berg. Its almost just a highway junction for highway 114, and 285. Possibly the most interesting thing about this town is the collection of Jeeps, that are parked along the highway.

Impressive Collection Of Jeeps

Sadly, I guess the owners of the Jeeps, have taken the time to place photos of a ignorant, racist, homophobic, ammosexual, inside the vehicles.

Only In amerika Could A Cabron Like Her Find Support

Once my traveling compadre arrived we had big decision to make about our route.

Option one was to go north to Gunnison and take highway 50 to our destination in Silverton.

Or option two was to go south through Durango and go over the legendary Wolf Creek Pass to get to Silverton.

Highway 50 has construction and weekday road closures, but no reports I looked up or even the Trooper with the best fingernails I have ever seen on a trooper, could tell me if the construction involved stretches of gnarly gravel and or mud…

We decided to go South through Durango and ride the legendary Wolf Creek Pass.

Climbing up the east side the road is a peaceful two lane that quickly gains elevation, and we were soon back up to where the trees have not leafed out yet.

Soon the grade increased and as we neared the summit off in the distance lightning was flashing. It did not take long before half dollar size splotches of snow were appearing on the windscreen. The snow quickly turned to hail, and we were treated to invigorating hail facial’s Nothing quite defoliates your skin like a mountain hailstorm. Up at the 10,856-summit gasping for breath I pulled off the road and quickly switched up some gear, mainly just so I could enjoy the rinse part of the highway spa treatment.

Down the west slope the spa drying process took longer than expected as traffic was backed up for miles entering the hamlet of Pagosa Springs.

Durango offered a motor company outpost where we stopped for rest rooms and to refill our canteens. I was even chatted up by a open carry ammosexual, who liked the color of ohms…

 

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