We checked into our cabin in an RV park about 10 miles south of Montrose, rode back into town for dinner, then back to the RV park to soak in a hot tub and relax with a cold brew.
The route for Saturday was to ride south from Montrose on US 550, CO 62, and CO 145 to Cortez, stop at Mesa Verde National Park just east of there on US 160, continue east to Durango, and then head back north to Montrose by way of Silverton and Ouray on US 550, about 287 highway miles.

After breakfast at Denny's in Montrose (I highly recommend two fried eggs over biscuits and gravy!), we headed down into the San Juans. In my mind, this is some of the most beautiful country in Colorado and therefore in the world. Back in the Seventies, I backpacked and climbed in this area and have loved it ever since. Rolly had never been to Telluride so we stopped at Maggie's Bakery for coffee and apple struedel while soaking up the mountain sun and admiring Bridal Veil Falls above the town.
The next picture is looking east, with the San Juans behind the bikes and Rolly.
From Telluride we rode south to Cortez over Lizardhead Pass (10,222'). Gassed up there and continued on to Mesa Verde National Park. It was in the low 90s there but we walked down to check out the cliff dwellings.
From Mesa Verde we rode through a thunderstorm to Durango and pulled in there to dry out and eat dinner at Serious Texas Bar-B-Q. We couldn't resist calling our third brother-in-law, the father of the bride, to ask him the day before the wedding if he was having as much fun as we were - riding motorcycles through the Colorado Rockies, eating Texas barbeque, and drinking Lone Star beer! After eating, drinking, and gloating, we rode on to Montrose through some great twisties all the way to Silverton and Ouray, crossing Coalbank Pass (10,640'), Molas Divide (10,910'), and Red Mountain Pass (11,018').
We started out after another hearty breakfast at Denny's, crossed McClure Pass (8,755') near Capitol Peak (14,130'), and got to Aspen around lunchtime. Aspen was a highbrow circus so we continued on, past Twin Lakes to Buena Vista, passing along the Collegiate Range through the upper Arkansas River valley. We crossed Independence Pass along the way, the highest paved pass in Colorado and one of the highest in North America at 12,095.Rolly split off north in Old Colorado City toward his home and I rolled back up my driveway about 4:00, just in time to take my car to bail out my dog from doggie day care. 935 gorgeous miles! The bike ran great, no mishaps, great weather (except for the one brief thunderstorm - hey, this is Colorado in the summer after all!), and great brother-in-law time with Rolly.

