{"id":1883,"date":"2016-05-26T15:38:40","date_gmt":"2016-05-26T19:38:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/000af36.netsolhost.com\/wordpress1\/?p=1883"},"modified":"2016-05-26T16:01:35","modified_gmt":"2016-05-26T20:01:35","slug":"never-a-dull-moment-riding-in-the-mountains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/2016\/05\/26\/never-a-dull-moment-riding-in-the-mountains\/","title":{"rendered":"Never a dull moment riding in the mountains"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The day wasn&#8217;t expected to be ideal for riding, but the storms weren&#8217;t expected until mid-afternoon.<\/p>\n<p>Bicycling in the mountains requires respect for late afternoon storms. So I headed out at 9:20 a.m. hoping to get in a couple of good climbs by lunch time. It was about 55 degrees, mostly cloudy and windless.<\/p>\n<p>Starting from our home south of downtown Evergreen , Colo. means the first two miles test only your courage as it&#8217;s two miles downhill on bumpy roads with traffic the last mile. But then comes the gentle climb along Upper Bear Creek, with gorgeous homes along it.<\/p>\n<p>The climbing turns serious up Witter Gulch, but the hail storm that started at about 8600 ft. elevation and lasted almost until I reached the top at over 9,000 feet made it that much more challenging. The hail was about 1\/4-inch in diameter but fortunately wasn&#8217;t too heavy.<\/p>\n<p>At the top, I thought about taking a picture of the cloud enshrouded vista, but then thunder struck. What I heard in that clap was Mother Nature telling me &#8220;Get the hell off that mountain now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>On the descent it drizzled so I had to keep feathering the brakes and taking the few switchbacks along Squaw Pass Rd. as its known carefully. Even though the temperature had dropped to the mid-40&#8217;s, the arm warmers and wind vest kept my core warm, even if my bare legs were a tad chilly.<\/p>\n<p>I had planned to head south on Rt. 74 and then do one more climb up Stagecoach Rd., thinking the rain would stop at the lower elevation. But when it didn&#8217;t I decided to call it a day. Which meant holding on while I descended back into town. Normally, that drop is fun, but the road has deteriorated greatly the last two years and I had to scan for potholes all the way down, again scrubbing speed in case I hit one.<\/p>\n<p>That left only the 1-3% climb up Cub Creek and the the dirt Mesa and Hermosa Roads until I got home.<\/p>\n<p>Wiping the bike down I started to shiver, hoping that my numb fingers would thaw and that hypothermia wouldn&#8217;t set in.<\/p>\n<p>The last time I got caught in a hail storm I couldn&#8217;t stop shivering for nearly an hour afterward. I took a hot shower, and still shivering, I looked up how to treat hypothermia. Apparently the last thing you should do is take a hot shower as the shock to the system can cause a heart attack.<\/p>\n<p>But this time wasn&#8217;t so bad. The shower felt great. I lingered there awhile.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/bit.ly\/22qKqMV\">Click here for Strava data<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The day wasn&#8217;t expected to be ideal for riding, but the storms weren&#8217;t expected until mid-afternoon. Bicycling in the mountains requires respect for late afternoon storms. So I headed out at 9:20 a.m. hoping to get in a couple of good climbs by lunch time. It was about 55 degrees, mostly cloudy and windless. Starting&hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/2016\/05\/26\/never-a-dull-moment-riding-in-the-mountains\/\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1883"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1883"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1883\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1888,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1883\/revisions\/1888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1883"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1883"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/griendling.com\/wordpress1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1883"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}