About 30 miles west of Denver and approximately 9,000 feet higher, you will find the peak of 14-er Mount Evans. The summit of Mount Evans is accessible by car, and can be reached via the majestic Mount Evans Scenic Byway… which boasts being the Highest Paved Road in North America.
Amy and I had plans to drive to this high peak as our first stop along the road to Glenwood Springs, BUT those plans were partially scratched because there had been an AVALANCHE sometime the week before, making the last section of the road unsafe for vehicles… classic mountain problems.
We did make the trek up the mountain as far as we could go, however, and the only disappointment was not being able to see the mountain goats that apparently frequent the summit of majestic Mount Evans regularly.
The lack of mountain goats did not equate to a lack of fun, though — that is for god damn sure. Our hearts may have sank just a tad when we saw the sign for the closed road, but we decided to see how far we could go anyway.
We ended up going pretty dang far, saw Echo Lake on the way up (and back down), and took in majestic views on all sides for the length of the journey. Amy even got a little risque while up there… as in, she stripped down to her undies and posed triumphantly on snow piles with a bunch of god damn majestic Colorado mountains as cars passed. To be young again.
We continued on the road for awhile and pulled over when we reached a spot where the mountains were out of this world crazy deliciously majestic. They seemed to go on forEVer! Amy and I got out and started snapping away with our various cameras (we had iPhones, DSLRs and GoPros going basically simultaneously…) and as we stood there soaking in one of Mother Nature’s most beautifully majestic landscapes (bold statement, but I stand by it), a 60-ish-year-old guy came pedaling by on his bike and casually goes, “Hey you guys want a picture together?”
WHAT. Did this bro not realize we were about 12,000 feet up in the friggin sky? Where was his shortness of breath? Where were the rivers of sweat that should have been streaming down his face? Where was the incomprehensible level of exhaustion and fiery burning in his muscles? Nothing. He was fine. Bro must have been biking up tall ass mountains since his youth or something. This guy was a real life Iron Man. Damn.
Aside from the initial disappointment in our inability to climb to the very top of Mount Evans & the quick interaction with Iron Man IRL, our vehicular journey was mostly consumed with (majestic) VIEWS, VIEWS, VIEWS. Take a look for yoself.
Have you ever driven the majestic Mount Evans Scenic Byway?