We headed into Colorado, where the roads were not so great. A was driving behind us and called to mention our bikes were nearly falling off the rack after a particularly nasty bump. We pulled over to adjust and tighten everything down before continuing on. Just shy of Silverthorne, with A behind us, we hit another notable bump which we (at the time) thought we survived ok, but found out A did not – the bump gave her a nasty flat. We took the next exit and looped around to join her on the side of the interstate, where we called AAA and waited for a tow into Silverthorne.
The tire place replaced her tire pretty quickly and we were again on our way. I had found a cute cabin on a river in Redstone, CO and we made our way there. Temps were pretty chilly at night, so I went to flip the propane on and heard a pop, instantly accompanied by the smell of propane. Uh oh. I flipped the switch back off and that was that. We had no use of propane for the foreseeable future.
I made a reservation for us to take a bus tour of Maroon Bells from the Aspen ski resort, so we made our way there in the morning, just making it in time. Very pretty! We ended it with lunch at a restaurant in the resort and then exchanged hugs and parted ways. A was heading back to Provo and we were headed to California via southern Utah.
