This one came out the best.
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New Mexico definitely keeps up with their speed limits more than any of the other states I had passed through. At one point I saw an i8 being chased by an F150 cop. I’m not sure exactly what was going on, but I had the impression the i8 was trying to outrun him…
After the storm cleared I crept closer and closer to the Rocky Mountains, than I start noticing this weird looking mountain to my right. It looked like a volcano I thought, but that seemed silly. Then I saw a sign for Mount Cauplin Volcano, next right. I got hard on the brakes and made the next right. I was curious and had time to kill. His flight was now delayed to 9:00 PM. Thanks Atlanta.
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First, I stopped on the way to the volcano to ask some locals for directions.
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With their help, I eventually made it. I figured I’d be able to drive right up it since I could see the road going up the volcano from the main highway, but I was wrong. There was a little shack there that wanted $7 to drive to the top and they told me it would be at least a 20-minute wait as they had met their quota on the number of cars that could be up there. I said no thanks, I’ve got better things to do and left. Maybe on the way back I could stop back in there I thought, but at the current point in time it didn’t seem worth it. Kinda a rip off…
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Just a few more hours to go and I would be in Colorado Springs.
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As I ventured further north the Rocky Mountains started to come into view.
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Then all of a sudden, the Interstate started to climb at a pretty steep grade, and then bam. I had made it to Colorado! Under 24 hours to go from Alabama to Colorado. I think that’s pretty good time.
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I still had about 2 hours to go to Colorado Springs, but it was also only about 3:00 PM. So I had time to kill somewhere, doing something. I passed through Pueblo, and then stopped at a rest stop to figure out what my game plan was. I had marked a few trails near Colorado Springs that I thought I could try if I had the time, and I decided Mount Baldy would be a good option.
I set the GPS in that direction, and off I went. Colorado Springs was around 5,000 feet above sea level, and the road going to Mount Baldy quickly went from paved to dirt, and from 5,000 feet to much higher. But not before you pass through a nice neighborhood on your way to the trailhead…
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Gaining elevation over Colorado Springs.
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The washboards were a little rough without airing down…
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I didn’t think I’d actually be able to make it to the top of Mount Baldy before I had to turn around and head back to the airport. I came around a bend in the road and there was no one but me out there at the time. Suddenly I straighten the wheels back out and I hear this loud bang that sounded like a gunshot. I had no idea what was going on.
My first though was I blew a tire, but the 4Runner was still driving fine and if I blew one of my ST Maxx’s on this dirt road I would have been ashamed of their ability. My second though was gun shots. Then all of a sudden, I hear another one, and it scared me to death again. I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but I wasn’t going to stop. I kept going, a little quicker than I was before…
I drove a little further and then came to a stop to try and figure out what was going on. I turned around and saw the one potato chip bag behind me were about 3 times the size the normally are, and totally inflated. Like high pressure inflated… Apparently the rapid elevation change caused them to swell up major, and even start exploding as I started climbing. I had climbed about 4,000 feet in 45 minutes or so, but I never expected that to happen… Relieved that I was not being shot at and the truck wasn’t falling apart, I continued on my way up. Another bag popped a couple minutes later, and scared me once again, but at least I knew what it was.
Bad picture, but it kinda shows the swelling.
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About 7 PM I came to this stunning overlook, looking out over the city of Colorado Springs. It was quite a view. A group of guys asked me to take their picture, so I did. Then the one turned to me and said “I’m from Alabama. We don’t have anything like this down there.” I said “Me too! Where are you from?” He said Mobile, and I said Huntsville. He was for some reason stunned that I didn’t know anyone from Mobile, but he didn’t seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed. They went their way and I went mine.
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I climbed up a short steep trail to get a better vantage point, and was completely winded and could taste iron/blood in my mouth (common thing if I go for a run which I never do) but I had only gone a few hundred feet. This elevation stuff is no joke…
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I caught my breath and headed back to the truck. I hurried down the mountain, at one point passing a Jeep Cherokee packed full inside with people and with 4 people riding on the roof. Safety first kids! After arriving at the airport, I took a sink shower and picked up my friend. We grabbed a quick bite to eat, and headed off towards the San Isabel Mountains.
We camped near the Fourmile Area the first night, the moon was bright when we arrived, but we were exhausted and went straight to bed.