bluetenere

The wind was really whipping thru the Royal Gorge so hard that they had to shut down the arial tram, the bridge was swaying on it’s cables, the bridge’s wooden roadbed undulating under my bike, and I had only had one cup of weak hotel coffee.

And to get to more coffee I had to cross back.

Seriously one of the scariest little rides. But don’t worry I made a deal with the lady at the gate that they would refund my entrance fee if I blew off.