We rode the length of 141 (one of the best roads I've ever ridden, hands down - except for when taking pictures), and then headed east on 145 and 62. We parted ways with our new friend at a gas station in Ridgeway. When I grow up, I want to be just like him.
From Ridgeway, it was a simple 10-mile run down to Ouray. Here's what the view looks like for most of that stretch:
We settled into our hotel in Ouray, and put Misty and Candy to bed for the night:
We, of course, had several hours of Ouraypreciation before bed. You can get a really good Margarita in Ouray, especially if you make it very clear to the nice bartender that you want a classic, simple Margarita; none of this fancy extra ingredients cr@p, just the basics done right!
We woke up to a chilly, slightly moist feeling morning. You can tell a lot about this trip from that fact that this is the first time I've felt it necessary to mention weather at all. Here we are disentangling ourselves from the usual Triumph discussions before heading off to the mountains:
