Always play it safe in life, and your outcomes are likely going to be fairly predictable. And though it took me a while to finally believe it, my wife is the true risk taker in our family. So I was not really surprised when she turned to me earlier today and asked if we could take the more “interesting” (read, untested) way home.
“If the snow is too deep or it looks too crazy, we can always turn back”, she said calmly, her devilish grin betraying her concern.
Still unable to drive for another week due to foot surgery, I was her hostage and had no real voice in the matter. Well, in-fact, I too was itching to explore this high mountain pass, but quietly had visions of hobbling 20+ miles back to civilization had we experienced a problem. But I kept my unmanly worries private.
Since our move to rural Colorado in May of 2015, we’ve fanned out all across our area to find interesting and challenging routes into the mountains.
And off we went, deploying our two cell phones as navigational aides (Google Maps and Viewranger apps). We had become familiar with the terrain, the landmark peaks, and so the risk was somewhat minimized. A quick scan of the north-facing mountain sides revealed that snow had largely melted above 10,000′ and the last two days of sunshine would have dried-up much of the dirt roads.
And up we went. Up above the hippy-artsy town of Salida, up on exposed roads with undiminished views over to the Collegiate Peaks, and then up and into the deep woods, still hibernating from Winter. Only one pickup truck passed us going the other way in the two hours of driving the 43 miles of road. But there was plenty of wildlife to see; wild turkeys, mule deer, a magnificent hawk, and even a couple of curious horses and a mommy and baby cow.
As with anything that involves absorbing a bit of discomfort, the end result is almost always satisfying. We’d pulled off a couple of times to listen to the perfect stillness and much of my joy was in watching my wife enjoy this crazy drive.
The deep mud ruts promised to suck us in a couple of times and the steeper, muddy switchbacks got a bit insane near the top, but it was all worth the extra hour-plus that it had taken on the way home.
Absolutely… slow down and take that interesting road you’ve always passed on by. Who knows what joy and freedom await you?