Thank you MS 150 donators! You're all awesome!
Each year Snowcatcher and I receive very generous amounts of money for Multiple Sclerosis. A large portion of the money comes from blog readers. The donations allow us to take part in a fundraiser bike ride known as the MS 150. The bike ride is an overnight out and back from the asphalt and concrete of Denver suburb Westminster, through rolling farmlands, ending for the evening at Colorado State University in Fort Collins – my undergrad alma mater. The following Sunday, we ride back to the Denver metro area.
This year's ride was hot and dry. I especially enjoyed the steep grades around Horsetooth Reservoir, just west of Fort Collins. As a student, I logged many miles on these roads, and I always enjoy visiting them for another ride.
Saturday's water stop just before tackling the hills around Horsetooth Reservoir. At this point, ambient Fahrenheits were getting excited as well.
Horsetooth Reservoir sits between a hogback and the foothills of the Front Range. It took 4-earthen dams to build the reservoir. Above is the southernmost dam. You also can see the road ramp-up 12 to 15 percent. The road onto each dam is similar. The steep grades are not overly long. Yet, when you already have 70-miles on your legs for the day, the climbs kind of hurt. Back in the late 90s, I set the fastest speed I've ever attained on a bike down the northernmost dam. I clocked 63 miles per hour.
The Colorado State University campus is center to left center of the photo.
The MS 150 bike corral is for parking bikes overnight. Supposedly, they're babysat throughout the evening. However, when we arrived early Sunday morning, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Sorry, I couldn't resist.
It's been another busy spring and summer for my steed. Over the last handful of years, she's logged 16,265 miles.
Sunday's lunch stop provided a short respite from the sun. At the height of the day's ride, this stop will be standing room only.
Colorado's northern Front Range rises high above a small sampling of America's breadbasket.
How about one more hill, just for fun?
How about one more downhill, just for fun? This little coast deposited us at the finish line.
That's it for now. I think I'll put the road bike out to pasture for awhile and saddle up the mountain bike. Alpine flowers will be coming on shortly; there's a hint of down the road.