So the last weekend of the season was upon us but I70 was closed. We were packed and ready to go Friday night but every weather and news report focused in on Colorado making the journey impossible. We are up 6am Saturday in route even though all indications were that the road wasn’t going to open. We took the US 40 frontage road as far as possible until we saw the gate on the freeway entrance. We sat with a few other snowboarding faithful and locals of Genesee planning their assault West. One hour passed then another and then a sign of hope. A big rig wrecker breezes by and shouts that we are about good to go. He hooks his rig to a long hauler just down the hill and begins to creep away.
The gate to enter I70 is still down but the Jeep has been running for an hour. Jason Gelfand, Kiel Hebert and I have our eyes fixed firmly on the highway that was just a hundred yards away. We see a Tahoe, then a Suburban, then a Discovery. These were no state regulated vehicles. With a heavy foot I blow by the gate. By the time I am down the on-ramp I see about 50 cars ahead of me and like a rally racer I hit the gas attempt to take the lead.
I pull into the parking lot in Breckenridge, throw my boots on and scurry to the gondola. I am excited! In my years of running the I70 gauntlet has God ever put together a last weekend such as this? Gondola to the Rocky Mountain Super Chair to the t-bar to the Imperial express and a hike to the top. On April 18 we stood at 12,998 feet in elevation with the whole mountain in front of us.
The wind and snow is furious. It was cold but your focus is only on the next step. I couldn’t have been breathing heavier but Jason and I looked at each other, smiled, took a moment’s pause and said ‘Lets Ride’.
I take my hat off to the workers at cdot for clearing the roads of ice and stranded motorists Friday night. If it were not for their dedication to one of the hardest professions in Colorado and their coordination with local law enforcement we would have never had the best closing day in all my years of living in this great state.
The gate to enter I70 is still down but the Jeep has been running for an hour. Jason Gelfand, Kiel Hebert and I have our eyes fixed firmly on the highway that was just a hundred yards away. We see a Tahoe, then a Suburban, then a Discovery. These were no state regulated vehicles. With a heavy foot I blow by the gate. By the time I am down the on-ramp I see about 50 cars ahead of me and like a rally racer I hit the gas attempt to take the lead.
I pull into the parking lot in Breckenridge, throw my boots on and scurry to the gondola. I am excited! In my years of running the I70 gauntlet has God ever put together a last weekend such as this? Gondola to the Rocky Mountain Super Chair to the t-bar to the Imperial express and a hike to the top. On April 18 we stood at 12,998 feet in elevation with the whole mountain in front of us.
The wind and snow is furious. It was cold but your focus is only on the next step. I couldn’t have been breathing heavier but Jason and I looked at each other, smiled, took a moment’s pause and said ‘Lets Ride’.
I take my hat off to the workers at cdot for clearing the roads of ice and stranded motorists Friday night. If it were not for their dedication to one of the hardest professions in Colorado and their coordination with local law enforcement we would have never had the best closing day in all my years of living in this great state.
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