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I would be riding U.S. 550 aka 'Million Dollar Highway', one of the most dangerous roads in our country though also one of the most challenging and picturesque roadways to ride.

Why is it called 'Million Dollar Highway'?  The story goes that there was at least a million dollars worth of gold ore mixed in when the road was built.

Why is it the most dangerous??
 
Wow BigOil, what a awesome place.  Love reading the report and  :drif: :drif: :drif:
 
Entry 24- Clear Lake Gulch Stoned
Star date - 18 July 2018
Distance:  30 Miles
Day:  62






My first morning in Colorado, I slept in until late morning, I awoke to the crisp, clean, cool air that the Rocky Mountains provide, well rested.  I'd slept like a log, all cozy in my tent and sleeping bag.  I sat in my chair, drinking a coke, while I smoked a nice bowl of Colorado's finest, gazing at the mountains around me, high on life, literally.  After awhile, it was time for breakfast at lunchtime, so I decided to ride to Silverton.  I asked a local where the best breakfast could be found, he told me I could get a belly full at Brown Bear Cafe, at 1129 Greene St, Silverton, CO 81433, if you ever find yourself in Silverton.  Sounded perfect for a polar bear like me to eat at the Brown Bear Cafe.

I ended up staying for a couple of hours, enjoying the locals and the delicious tasting coffee, talking back n forth with the waitresses about what life was like in the small town of Silverton.  Small population, less than 700, Silverton sits at around 9,000 feet of elevation.  There are actually more tourists than residents.


After breakfast and coffee, I stopped back at the man's home that had firewood for sale.  He agreed to haul a nice stack down to South Mineral Campground for me, so I went ahead and chilled back at camp, hit the bowl a couple of times and relaxed.  Once firewood was delivered, I settled up with the man, decided it was time to go explore this ride up to Clear Lake I'd heard and read so much about.  I'd heard from locals not to ride up to Clear Lake with such a heavy motorbike, it was best suited for something much lighter and that the only vehicles that could make it up were high clearance 4 wheel drives.  Well, did I listen?  Negative.  I had to ride what I had.  By then it was warm, and not being in my right frame of mind, I didn't don my riding pants, jacket, or motocross boots, I just had on a pair of low-top mesh hiking shoes, hiking pant, and t-shirt, along with my hydro-pack.  I know, trust me, very very stooooopit.
 
the track began relatively easy, except I've noticed pics and video don't do the elevation changes any justice.  The switchbacks sometimes were cambered and convex with rocks, then you'd have a straightaway that was relatively smooth for a short distance before another switchback.  But my lord, was it a beautiful climb.

 
Before long, I was up around 10,000 feet, I could see for miles.  Miles of beautiful mountaintops as far as the eye could see.

 
I found it was slightly difficult to control such a beast, look at the beautiful environment around me, and focus on not wrecking, and especially not going off the cliff. 

 
The lovely colorful flowers adjacent to the path, It was heavenly.

 
Sunny, warm, though a cool breeze as I gained in elevation, I pulled on my bite-valve often for hydration, trying to take in all the glorious sites around me.

This is where I pulled off the track and onto an overlook, and I have to admit, although I don't care for all the electronic safety nannies on today's bikes, the Hill Hold Control saved me from losing the big Katoom off the mountain.  I was blind, it looked like the pull-off ahead of and much higher than where I was had plenty of room to turn the bike around.  I found out there wasn't nearly enough room, I exerted much energy inching back and forth.  Without a doubt, if I hadn't had the HHC, I would've bet money, I'd have let the bike go off the cliff.  Once I finally got it turned around and back down to the path, I turned the bike off, kickstand down, dismounted and walked around pulling on the bite-valve and breathing deeply.

 
This is when the climb got much more difficult.  In an effort to reduce erosion of the path, Colorado dumped tons and tons of adult head-sized rock onto the path.  The big 1290 motored through the loose rock without breaking much of a sweat as long as I stayed in first gear, traction control off, abs off. 

I finally made it to the top of the gulch.

 
And relaxed, breathing the crisp cool air at nearly 12,000 feet of elevation, taking in the beautiful sites of the mountains along with Clear Lake.

 
I was at peace.  Finding it difficult to determine where the heavens stopped and the earth began.

 

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