The phrase: "It is what it is" is quite calming for me.
It is what it is, just keep peddling and discover what's there. Quite often what's there is way less than what I had imagined. And so I left Sheep Mountain Lodge to discover some of the most spectacular scenery imaginable on a bike ride: verdant mountains whose tops poked through the clouds; waterfalls whose voice and lacy, ethereal beauty could bring tears to your eyes; warbling, roaring mountain streams that reminded me I was no longer in the desert; and cloud/fog so dense a car length ahead was the best visibility would get for several miles. Oh, and lest I forget, the glacial chill that penetrated every layer I had on when perched on top of Thompson Pass.
This was not a hard ride, nor was it an easy ride, but it will always be remembered as a joy to ride.
Let the pictures tell the Fireweed story.
|Our Sheep Mountain Cottage|
|A rest stop at Mile 35 or so|
|Grizzly's even had a Red Bull at a decent price.|
|Worthington Glacier about 3 miles from the top of Thompson Pass|
|Top of the Pass: 2,678' elevation|
|Michelle can't pass one of these signs without saying: "Trucks on Cheese"|
|Bridal Veil Falls at the bottom of Thompson Pass, 22 miles to Valdez.|