Oh man the ride from Creede to South Fork is 22 miles of bicycling heaven. Tail winds, slight down hill, scenic, all capped by free coffee and cookies at the South Fork visitor center. But Wolf Creek Pass loomed ahead so we still hesitated to make eye contact or learn each other's names since we couldn't be sure who'd be left standing after it was all done.
From here, we'd have 20 some-odd miles to the top of Wolf Creek pass. 10 of them mellow, 10 of them not-so-mellow. We we got 9 miles from the pass, we made a pact to bike 3-miles at a time, then we'd take a break, high five, perform running chesties, and then collapse and take 10 minute naps before proceeding. This turns out to be the perfect formula as you never run yourself to the point of complete exhaustion before stopping for a spell. Still though, I found that speaking in my best Harry Caray voice was the only way I could express myself: "Hey, if you were a hot dog and you were starving to death, would you eat yourself?"
Once at the top, we took the requisite picture of the divide, and discussed how easy it is to get there in a car! We all felt pretty accomplished especially since now we had 20 miles of smooth downhill ahead of us. The highlight of this down hill was all of us passing an 18-wheeler that was only going 30 mph for some reason. And we passed him on the left! Oh, man was that exhilarating. (One could easily get the bikes up to 50 mph on these downhills if one was so inclined.)
Rolled into Pagosa and couldn't make it to the Malt Shoppe fast enough. Even though it's only day 4, we had a hellacious hunger that could only be combated by Burgers, Fries and Chocolate/Banana Shakes. God Bless America! Jeremy and I offically hurt ourselves, but it was well worth it. It was then off to the line of cars of people camping out for the opening of the festival. Being on the bikes is so convenient now as we just camp where ever and can move ahead of the car line much like at a stop light. We immediately hit the wonderful hot springs and soothed our aching muscles. Later, Jeremy and Laura got creative in finding some extra festival tickets.
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