Day thirty five.

Denver or bust! 52 miles.

Max didn’t see a single lake he didn’t want to jump into.

Soon enough we were back on some of the best single track I’ve ever ridden. Even with the loaded bikes, it was just so fun.

So close to the end and Max started having bike troubles. His rear brake pads were gone and he started getting flat tires.

Climbing switchbacks. You can see Max above me.

Four flat tires! Up to this point we used plugs to repair Max’s leaking tire. We finally had to remove the tubeless tire and insert a tube.

The final six miles of the Colorado Trail featured this smooth as hell dirt road decent.

And that’s it! We finished the ride! But wait? What now? There wasn’t a hotel at the base of the trail! Who designed this thing?

So we had to do another ten or so miles, into the evening to get to a hotel. But they were a sweet, easy 10 on bike paths.

We arrived after 9pm. Happy as clams.