Rode over Kenosha Pass today to the high 10,000ft. meadows of South Park. It is ringed by above timberline peaks on three sides with solitary Pikes Peak anchoring the south. Brought the camera, wanted to ride a newly paved county road, and check out a lonely place for lunch before heading back to work.
First stop is a pause along the meadows containing ranches of the Park. The Mosquito Range is in the distance. Ample rainfall this summer has given the pastures a carpet of green with a patchwork of wildflowers...

Those building clouds in the pic above would organize into serious storms in 60 minutes as I would personally find out

. Looking the other direction, with admittedly the bike the focus

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The county road I'm riding passes through a landscape of old homesteads, ranches, meadows, and national forest. Not a whole lot has changed over the decades.

Hardy homesteaders tried to make a go of it here and elsewhere along this road, but the loneliness wasn't for everyone. Winters here are a challenge, but stunningly beautiful. It was only ten years ago or so when private phone lines became available. Until then eight party phone lines were the norm...

Pausing at a stream. Brook trout thrive in these waters and will put up a fight when on a hook. Many rock formations frame the road.

Looking down the road towards where the lunch place is. The county did a nice job. This is a sublime H-D ride...

And you were expecting a rustic, charming place? Ha! Have never been here before but have passed many times. It is called The Stagestop, named after such a nearby stop when different horses from that of Milwaukee would deliver travelers.
Note the snowmobile to the right. Talking with owner Joe, he brought it here from Alaska when he lived in the bush. His job was representing the Social Security Administration to the Eskimos. Told me of a time when a bull moose stomped the crap out of it once when he surprised it on a trail. Anyway, Joe served up an outstanding steak sandwich while I sat on the porch.

The plan was to explore more, but those building clouds had me hustling back to home... but to no avail. Was hammered by those big cold raindrops. Ahh memories. Wouldn't have changed a thing with this late summer ride in the Park.