4000 ft: Rockies, Ho! (And there's a forest fire too, if you look closely)
5000 ft: The Arkansas River carries me into the mountains.
6000 ft: It's official: Were out west
7000 ft: Some lake I drove by. Whatever.
8000 ft: Enough with the damn clouds, already!
9000 ft: I can't breath. And I think I see John Denver.
11,312 ft: May I have some air with that gas? Old faithful steamrolls over the top.
The pictures below are from the San Juan Skyway, which is like the Blue Ridge Parkway of the Rockies, only with more cinnamon buns available. I actually rode this on the way home, but you don't know that!
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