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Page 15 of 20 We pulled into Estes Park just about dusk. The sun had already set behind the mountains and the chill in the air intensified with every white breath we took. We rolled into the hotel, road weary and saddle sore. Rest and relaxation were the primary goals for everyone. DAY SIX - THE MOUNTAINS Waking up in the mountains is glorious - the air is crisp, promising enticing moments of sheer joy. After breakfast, we put on our cold weather gear (leather, leather, leather) and climbed on board. A drive through Rocky Mountain National Park was on the agenda. One third of the Park is above the tree line. As we drove through the great forests, the road ahead kept rising higher above our heads. Soon the pine trees were left behind and we were encased in the sparse world of the alpine tundra. The barren landscape was dotted with surprises - flowers peeked from behind craggy faces; chipmunks scattered about looking for free handouts. Totally overpowering these vignettes hung the shimmering beauty of the mountains. One thing about a motorcycle - you are definitely a part of the world you are riding through. No isolating barriers exist between you and a thousand-foot drop waiting at the edge of the road. The adrenalin rush was magnificent! Some of the bikes experienced air bubbles in the brake lines. Definitely not something you want to happen when you are riding in the mountains. We stopped at the visitor center at the top of Trail Ridge Road, and Bob went to work. Several minutes later, we were on our way again.
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