Coming into Frisco

I rode the freeway (Trout Creek Pass) yesterday and then across a 22 mile stretch called South Park. Unfortunately, the 30 mph wind was in my face the entire time and I could only muster about 6 mph average. By the time I arrived in Fairplay, I was out of water, tired as could be and ready for anyplace to bed down. Also unfortunately, Fairplay was hosting a group of about 2000 Harley Davidson Riders and suffice it to say there was no room at the inn. I asked a nice police officer where I could stay and she gave me permission of set up my tent in the Municipal park across the river (only a short 3 mile uphill ride in gravel). I awoke this morning to temperatures of 35 degrees and my hands were so cold I could barely put the tent away. As soon as I packed up, I went to a good family run breakfast joint and ate everything in sight. I cradled the coffee in my frozen hands. Then I climbed Hoosier Pass, an 11,000+ pass. On the way I saw, believe it or not, skateboarders flying down the mountain. No brakes except their hands. As I left the top of Hoosier and descended, the skateboarders did also. I hit forty + mph and couldn't keep up with the boarders. Arriving in Breckenridge, it looked like half of Denver was there so I kept going on an incredible fifteen mile bike path to Frisco where I am now. I will have to cross Loveland Pass tomorrow (another 11,000+ pass) so I will find a camping spot (hopefully with a shower) for tonight. I tried to put the pictures on Picasa but it says the security won't let that happen. I'll keep trying as I go. By the way, Joey, I DID pedal downhill on a couple of occasions. Now I think I'll go find a restaurant to have a leisurly lunch and charge up my phone. Stay tuned for the story of Loveland Pass.