Finally, we can ride. Finally, the snow is gone, the weather is warm, the trail is dry. It is early spring at 5 to 6 thousand feet elevation in Northern Colorado, and the mountain sides are beginning to wake up. At first glance, it looks brown, bone dry, and barren. But, the color and life is there.
Grand Mullen
Up at the top of the Indian Summer Trail, one passes through
a field of Grand Mullen. Very tall, spindly plants - these are dried out
from the winter. It is a weird, bizarre place to ride through.
Trail Marker
Somebody built this pile of stones. I don't know
why, though. It isn't on the trail, and doesn't point
to anything. But the flowers are pretty.
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