Yet another ski town I have visited on my Tiger that I've never been to. Crested Butte. So many places to enjoy wasting life being a ski bum. One of the other things I really love is the women in these towns. I'm almost 30 and I still dress like a teenage skateboarder. I love the style women carry themselves with in mountain towns. There's just something about a girl that dresses like that....
The first view of the ski area.
We found Gothic Road without any trouble. This will take us to Schofield pass.
The Aspens were just starting to turn in the high country. I was hoping to hit peak, but we were a little early. Still fantastically beautiful.
Normally I fly down a road like this going at least 50. Today I was more than content doing 25 and taking tons of photos. And I did take a ton. Enjoy!
Terry took the one below and it turned out great!
See the moon?! How cool is that at 11:00 AM?
Then we hit this.....
Really? That's all ya got USFS? A wimpy little saw horse sign? Pshhhh. We'll see.....
Oh. I guess the road is still a bit blocked by snow. It was actually the remnants of a humungous avalanche. You can tell by all the little chunks of tree mixed into the snow.
Decision time. Terry told me before we left on the trip he refused to ride in snow. This is a little different. I asked him if he wanted to press on. I got the usual, "I'd love to, but I gotta get home on this bike back to Idaho!"
"How about if I try it and see how it goes?"
Well, it was fricking slick! It off-kilter to the downhill side with nothing to stop a 500+ pound bike from sliding off into the valley below. I started to lose it right at the end and had to gas it to make it to the dirt. I then, of course, downplay the difficulty of it to coax Terry across on the big GSA.
"You ready to give it a try?"
About 15 feet into the attempt, Terry drops the bike and it starts sliding downhill. We get it stopped, righted, and backed to safety.
We are both standing on the snow evaluating the options. Now, I had made it over the easy way and coming back would harder due the lay of the land and snow.
"If we only had a shovel!" Terry exclaimed.
We both look at the snow and start kicking it to see just how hard it is. After 15 minutes of kicking with our toes and heels we had created a little trough the entire distance.
"Ready to give it a try now?"
We went slow and sure enough our little trough was enough to get the GSA across safely! True adventure motorcycling.
The rest of the climb to the top of Schofield Pass was uneventful. The snow level turned out to be much higher than we would go on this part of the trip.
After the pass we rode through a pretty high alpine valley.
Then it was time for the part of the trip we had been anticipating since we left. I knew this was going to be rough. But, I think we can do it.
We started down the treacherous descent. It was tough from the get go.
We passed a beautiful waterfall that I think Terry blew right by.
Then, there was a pretty decent water crossing. It was about to the top of my crankcase and I'd hate to try it in Spring when the water is really high!
"Yes Terry, we have to go down that!"
Looking back up gives an idea as to grade of this descent.
This was the really bad section. Every several feet had to be evaluated before making a move. The line was picked foot by foot for the last 500 yards.
Falling off=BAD! The Devil's Punchbowl below.
We made it! And I only put one large dent in my skidplate!!
Time for break at the bottom! We were both sweating profusely after guiding our machines down that steep and rocky road.