Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves
-Henry David Thoreau
Don't get me wrong...I like the Denver Broncos as much as everyone else. Nothing seems like a more enjoyable use of Sunday than getting together with family and friends to tailgate and watch the Broncos play.....except for one thing.....exploring the world on two wheels! Autumn is my favorite time of year to get out and ride. It’s a time of year to get out and ride for the joy of riding…no power intervals, no speed work, no (okay...maybe a little) intensity. It's a time to escape the hustle and bustle of life, clear my mind, reflect on the past week, and contemplate the future days ahead... Broncos Sundays, in particular, are my favorite autumn days to ride, as Broncos games usually mean lighter than unusual traffic, making for a more enjoyable weekend riding experience...
I venture out on for my late Sunday morning ride, deciding to tackle the Lookout Mountain-Bergen Park-Squaw Pass/Echo Lake loop one last time for the season. It's just a matter of weeks before it will be too chilly to venture over 11,000 feet for this season. There's still a bit of chill in the air from the previous night. The late morning autumn breezes are a bit brisk, but refreshing. After riding a few miles from home, I realize that I forgot my cell phone. "It must have been a subconscious decision," I think to myself. "I hope that noone really needs to get a hold of me today!" I pause momentarily, smiling selfishly, and then continue riding...
I spin my way up
I ride through
I pause frequently to snap some digital photos and enjoy the autumn scenery. As I ride past the
As I continue to venture up the pass, a brisk gust of wind blows golden leaves off of a patch of aspen trees along the road, tossing the leaves into the air like confetti. I glance down at the road, which is littered in golden aspen leaves. It reminds me a bit of the confetti that the Broncos fans are likely throwing at the game..."This is nature's way of celebrating another winning season!" I think to myself. If only Mother Nature could send some luck the Broncos' way...
I reach the top of
I look up toward the
I reach Summit Lake . The winds are blowing briskly, but temperatures remain quite mild for this time of year. A new fence has been constructed along the east border of the lake..."Very picturesque," I think to myself, but I wonder if it will withstand the fury of Old Man Winter when he finally makes his return...I glance up toward the summit of Mt. Evans—another 1300 feet of climbing and five miles to go—but decide to not make the final ascent to the top of the peak. I take one final glance around at the Mt. Evans wilderness tundra for the season, and then turn around to make the final descent home. I descend the Mt. Evans road, make the short climb to the top of Juniper Pass , and begin the long descent down Squaw Pass Road . While descending Squaw Pass , I am passed by two cars in 18 miles.....the roads remain deserted except for me and my bike!
I ride through
I ride into downtown Golden. Denver Broncos fans are starting to spill out into the streets from the Buffalo Rose and Woody's Pizzaria. The word is out: the Broncos finally won (and the game was actually in Miami J!) In spite of their victory and excitement for the Broncos’ success, I’m still grateful that I didn’t spend my afternoon watching the game...
This is why I like riding on Broncos Sundays:
With the roads free of traffic, it's a chance to escape the realities in our lives and “get lost” in the world around us, at least for a few hours…
It's a chance to explore some new terrain and re-explore some of our old “stomping grounds.”
It's a chance to rekindle some friendships with some old riding comrades…
It's a chance to reflect on our lives, including our good fortunes as well as our misfortunes…
It's a chance to remember the ones we have lost and the ones who have lost so much...
It's a chance to celebrate the end of a season and recover both mentally and physically...
It’s a chance to re-invent ourselves and prepare for the future as Mother Nature prepares to wipe the slate clean and start all over again...
MVL