Lows and Highs

Today is Holocaust Memorial Day, commemorating one of the low points in human history.

Today Joey is silent.

In years past, I have addressed the issues raised by this day. Put “Holocaust” in the search bar if you want to revisit those essays.

Nancy has allowed me to share another perspective: hers. She was invited to give an address, entitled Yom HaShoah—April 17, 2023. She wrote it to be read aloud, like an Abraham Lincoln speech. Click on the link. It’s an excellent silent read too.

Let’s remember. And talk. And act.

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A look at today’s adventure requires perspective on yesterday’s ride up to Rabbit Ears Pass.

Rabbit Ears Pass made a Top Ten list. Reaching it took us a thousand feet (300 meters) higher than Walden, to which Masi (thank you again!) brought us.

To leave the Rockies via Cameron Pass, we had to re-climb that thousand feet, and add another thousand too.

In Walden, Jory recommended Swiss cheese (protein) and soda (caffeine) to help combat altitude sickness. He likes the idea of the Ride.

Walden ends where wild country begins.

Until we reached Ft. Collins late this afternoon, the roads were virtually empty.

Yeti may exist too.
After over 25 miles of mostly gentle inclines, we came to a snow gate. I recognized it from the Cameron Pass Webcams.
I spotted the Webcam! I tried to sign into the Cameron Pass site so I could see us, but there was no cellphone coverage.
I didn’t park. I did pause a few times to ease the effects of the altitude. At sea level, air is 20.9% oxygen. At 10,000’ (3,048 meters), it’s 14.3%.
The final climb was gentler than up to Rabbit Ears, and because we started at over 8,000’ in Walden, it was much shorter. When I spotted the second Webcam (enlarged in the red circle), I knew we were 1.2 miles (2 km) from the top of the pass.
This is the highest point we will reach on any of the Rides.
We promptly began our descent.
Near the Cache la Poudre River.
Profile Rock
Colorado has a 3-foot (1 meter) cyclist protection law. New York does not.
I saw a “tunnel” warning and imagined something long, dark, dangerous. It was none of those.
Goodbye to the Rockies! After a 57 mile descent largely through Poudre Canyon, we emerged into a different world.

In Ft. Collins, I lost my way. Peter set me straight.

L to R: Peter, Jeffrey.

Peter is a tech professional, and the father of a 9-year-old who out-thinks him, as kids tend to do. He is a strong advocate of human rights and has serious concerns about artificial intelligence. We had a delightful chat about the state of the world. Peter took this selfie as an alibi for being late for dinner.

I had a good asylum talk with a motel owner, and a quick and friendly encounter with manager Lee …

Like many of my photo subjects, Lee holds a Ride calling card.

… at the restaurant where I replenished a few of the calories I burned today. Lee said he’s never met a stranger—nor have I on the Rides—and wished me tailwinds tomorrow.

Today’s winds were mostly helpful as I pedaled and coasted 101 miles.

A high point: Just outside Ft. Collins, the Rides reached 14,000 miles (22,530 km).

It’s a relief to spend tonight at “only” 5,000’. The altitude will drop, and the air will enrich, as we proceed onto the Great Plains.

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