Thursday July 2, 2009, 18 miles (29 km) – Total so far: 2,511 miles (4,041 km)
Then we hit Frisco. And promptly got lost. Frisco has lots and lots of bike paths. At first I thought, “How wonderful; people meet their friends and stop to chat.” Then I figured out they were asking each other, “Where am I? And how the heck do I get out of here?” We finally found the Dam Road, and followed it to the Dillon Dam, where we got on the bike path like good little cyclists and crossed. Then put our noses down, squeezed the brakes, and inched down the steep hill to Silverthorne.
It was overcast the whole way, and there was thunder and lightning near the dam. Between trying to beat the rain and the short day, neither of us thought to get a camera out.
Had a good afternoon with family members, including a wonderful find at the Perl Izumi outlet: my size now overlaps their sizes! To answer one guestbook query, I’ve been losing about a pound every other day. Of course, I can afford to do that, and at that rate I won’t quite be down to a good weight by the end of the trip. But I’ve been losing adjectives: grossly, morbidly, excessively obese, oh my goodness is it human? And that’s pretty good.
For those of you back home, think Breckenridge = Gatlinburg, and Silverthorne = Pigeon Forge. But Silverthorne has an interstate running through it, and there’s lodges and condos above Breck up as far as Blue River. Still, Breck retains a certain charm on Main Street, probably because CO 9 goes around it. Both towns know exactly where their money comes from (tourists), and both are thriving, unlike so many small towns we’ve come through.