Day Six was the begining of the end.
Breakfast at the hotel was meh. Luckily the truck was still where we parked it, and everything was still in it. Off to the Peak!
Pikes Peak Highway obviously holds a special place in most motor-heads hearts and I am no exception. It is also a very spectacular piece of
natural beauty and history.
Then we fell back down the mountain (where we had to wait for the brakes to cool) and headed over to Garden of the Gods, which is a really weird place to me. Beautiful but in the middle of town and incredibly busy and therefore weird.
And then we were done. :(
We hit the highway and headed north to Cheyenne, Wyoming. We stayed the night in a pleasant little place called Little America?
The next day we got up and headed off into the high plains of WY and SD. We avoided Sturgis and the Black Hills as it was the closing weekend of Bike Week there and I don't like the crowds. Rapid City was still pretty busy but we flew through and enjoyed the sights of the Dakotas on our way back to home.
We had to stop at Wall, since Leann had never been. She thought it was the stupidest thing since the AbMaster and swore she would never return. I thought that a bit steep but basically agreed.
Home, and my own bed to sleep in. and a hot shower!
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