What a beautiful vista to start the day. The mountains, the sunshine, the snow and the COLD. 36 degrees.

At  2 miles high to begin our first run of the day. Notice James doesn't seem to feel the rather cool air.

Linda overtaking an eighteen wheeler. We were going down faster than any of the four wheeled vehicles. What a rush.

James and Kip again took off on their own excursion and left everyone far behind. You should have seen their faces when both vehicles rode past as they waved their arms in a futile gesture.

On to Getting ready to run the next 12,000 foot pass. This time everyone obeyed our beloved leader Joe (special ed) Sapere and there were no tricks.

Coming down the chute at speed Luke and Howard are really getting into it.

Kip is coasting and grinning. Downhill is a lot more fun than uphill.

Here comes Howard. He was wanting to go back up and do it again.

Lunch is being served on the hoof. State of the art buffalo burgers in a town(?) that's not on any map.

Our personal chef. Great food and great people.

Check this out. They cook right on the front porch which is very close to the highway. It's impossible to go past without getting a whiff of the aroma of something good being cooked.

Down the last pass and on to Colorado Springs. We ran into  a headwind that almost stopped us going downhill. It feels odd to peddle when you are headed downward.

The view from Richard's trike

Richard cruising

The mouth rides again. Our journey won't be the same without Luke. I'll leave it to you to figure how to take that.