After more car repairs than I thought could be possible
after owning a car for less than two weeks, I finally arrived in Carbondale,
Colorado, on Memorial Day.
The last four hours of driving, from Denver to Carbondale, were
the most beautiful I have seen to date. Denver itself didn’t impress me.
Granted, I didn’t exactly take in all the downtown sights, but it seemed like
another large, flat, sprawling city that just happened to have the Rocky
Mountains visible in the distance. I prefer to be in the mountains than
straining to see them through the smog.
Loveland Pass |
However, once you drive up and out of the city and your
engine begins to complain about highway speeds up large mountains, it’s hard to
look at the road. Instead of the tunnel on Interstate 70, I took Loveland Pass,
which brought me up a winding road to over 11,000 feet. I don’t usually utilize
scenic pullovers, but I definitely hopped out of the Subaru to take some
pictures of the surrounding peaks and Memorial Day skiers. If I had alpine
skis, I could have started down the slope in front of my car and walked back up
the road from a pull-off lower on the mountain.
As awesome as it is being at 11,000 feet (my highest non-airplane
elevation point to date), Glenwood Canyon, a 12.5-mile-long canyon carved out by
the Colorado River, was my favorite part of the drive. It has the highest
concentration of cliffs I’ve ever met. There are sections where the cliffs rise
to over 1,000 feet. I tried to take some pictures while driving; the quality ended
up being quite poor, as I couldn’t look through the viewfinder.
The view of Mt. Sopris from the bike trail through town. |
As far as being at altitude goes, a little over 6,000 feet in Carbondale, I haven’t had a difficult time adjusting. I might have felt it a little on my first jog around town, but it’s more likely that I was feeling having been in the car for 34 hours and not having run in a little while. I didn’t get overly tired or have a terrible headache, which was quite nice since I had to start work at 9 a.m. the day after I arrived.
However, I have noticed the drier air here. I’m hardly ever
cold. It was 30 degrees when I took pictures in the pass, and I wasn’t cold
while only wearing a light fleece and sweatpants. In New Hampshire I would have
been wearing my down jacket and a hat. I do, however, have to use lotion a bit
more frequently and my nose is a bit dry when I wake up, but I’d rather have to
hydrate a little more to have 30 degrees feel like 50.
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