Springfield, CO to Trinidad, CO
We knew we were in for a tough day before we even started. We had to run more than 120 miles to get to the next town with a motel and the wind was forecast to blow in our face.
Well this time the weatherman hit the nail on the head. The wind kicked up early and hot coming out of WSW. Basically a dead on head wind for the road we were traveling. It blew at a steady 25-30 mph reducing our forward speed to less than 9mph on a flat road most of the day.

I know I have said it before but any cyclist will tell you nothing is worse than the wind. She (the wind) dished out a severe and deliberate beating to us today. We must have called her one too many names over the last few days. And today we had no way out…no back-up plan other than sleep on the side of the road.
This part of Colorado is a vast grassland that is part of the National Forest Service. You may as well be on the moon because once you pass Kim ,CO there is not a thing but thousands upon thousands of acres of dried grass. Not a house, store …not even a stop sign. To put in better perspective the school in Kim, CO handles grades K-12. It’s district covers 1500 square miles!!!! And for all of that territory the school has 67 students …total!!

We started the morning buy stocking the bikes with extra food and water. We bought 24 bottles of water, snacks and a grinder. Each rider took 8 bottles.
The wind along with temperatures in the high 80’s sucked every drop of moisture out of us. All of our lips are chapped badly and we are faces fried from the sun.
Our journey today was all on RT 160 in southern Colorado. This road sees almost no traffic at all. You can ride for hours in the middle of the road and no cars will pass you. Most of RT 160 is as straight as an arrow and the scenery does not change…..Grass…grass and more grass.
It was about mid-day and the sun was bright and hot. All of our water was warm and you really get no satisfaction drinking it. The water is just to keep you hydrated. One of the very few vehicles to pass us went down the road for a stretch then turned around and stopped. As we approached the driver and his wife got out of the pick-up. “Do you boys want something cold to drink?” These people went out of their way to stop and offer us something they knew we needed. Cold fluids. We graciously accepted the offer and out of their cooler came some nice cold sodas. They also had some food to offer but we still had a good supply on-board.
They were from Oklahoma traveling in Colorado. We gulped down the cold sodas and talked a while. They even offered to travel in front of us at bike speed to block our wind since we still had 50+ miles to go. All of this took place in the middle of the road. Like I said desolate. Another example of great Americans always ready to help. They were just plain old good people.
As we got closer to Trinidad the next set of bumps began to appear in front of us. They consumed the entire horizon and rose all the way into the clouds. The Rockies! A very impressive sight to see, almost scary. But after all this wind “Give us the Hills”
The wind slowed us down so much we did not arrive at our sleep stop until 10:30 PM. To be honest Joe put it right… the wind takes the fun out of riding. He is right, today was torture.
We knew we were in for a tough day before we even started. We had to run more than 120 miles to get to the next town with a motel and the wind was forecast to blow in our face.
Well this time the weatherman hit the nail on the head. The wind kicked up early and hot coming out of WSW. Basically a dead on head wind for the road we were traveling. It blew at a steady 25-30 mph reducing our forward speed to less than 9mph on a flat road most of the day.
I know I have said it before but any cyclist will tell you nothing is worse than the wind. She (the wind) dished out a severe and deliberate beating to us today. We must have called her one too many names over the last few days. And today we had no way out…no back-up plan other than sleep on the side of the road.
This part of Colorado is a vast grassland that is part of the National Forest Service. You may as well be on the moon because once you pass Kim ,CO there is not a thing but thousands upon thousands of acres of dried grass. Not a house, store …not even a stop sign. To put in better perspective the school in Kim, CO handles grades K-12. It’s district covers 1500 square miles!!!! And for all of that territory the school has 67 students …total!!
We started the morning buy stocking the bikes with extra food and water. We bought 24 bottles of water, snacks and a grinder. Each rider took 8 bottles.
The wind along with temperatures in the high 80’s sucked every drop of moisture out of us. All of our lips are chapped badly and we are faces fried from the sun.
Our journey today was all on RT 160 in southern Colorado. This road sees almost no traffic at all. You can ride for hours in the middle of the road and no cars will pass you. Most of RT 160 is as straight as an arrow and the scenery does not change…..Grass…grass and more grass.
It was about mid-day and the sun was bright and hot. All of our water was warm and you really get no satisfaction drinking it. The water is just to keep you hydrated. One of the very few vehicles to pass us went down the road for a stretch then turned around and stopped. As we approached the driver and his wife got out of the pick-up. “Do you boys want something cold to drink?” These people went out of their way to stop and offer us something they knew we needed. Cold fluids. We graciously accepted the offer and out of their cooler came some nice cold sodas. They also had some food to offer but we still had a good supply on-board.
They were from Oklahoma traveling in Colorado. We gulped down the cold sodas and talked a while. They even offered to travel in front of us at bike speed to block our wind since we still had 50+ miles to go. All of this took place in the middle of the road. Like I said desolate. Another example of great Americans always ready to help. They were just plain old good people.
As we got closer to Trinidad the next set of bumps began to appear in front of us. They consumed the entire horizon and rose all the way into the clouds. The Rockies! A very impressive sight to see, almost scary. But after all this wind “Give us the Hills”
The wind slowed us down so much we did not arrive at our sleep stop until 10:30 PM. To be honest Joe put it right… the wind takes the fun out of riding. He is right, today was torture.