{"id":257,"date":"2016-09-10T23:48:45","date_gmt":"2016-09-11T04:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.7hannahs.net\/wordpress\/banff2mexico\/?p=257"},"modified":"2016-09-20T18:54:03","modified_gmt":"2016-09-20T23:54:03","slug":"day-21-september-10-little-sandstone-creek-bridge-to-steamboat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.7hannahs.net\/wordpress\/banff2mexico\/2016\/09\/10\/day-21-september-10-little-sandstone-creek-bridge-to-steamboat\/","title":{"rendered":"(Day 21 – September 10) Little Sandstone Creek Bridge to Steamboat"},"content":{"rendered":"

Odometer: 1277 – 1350 ( 72 miles, 117 kilometers)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The night at Little Sandstone Creek bridge was the coldest yet. I am guessing the temperature dropped to -5. For the first time I had to tighten the top of the sleeping bag over my head to retain heat.<\/p>\n

There was cold dry frost on the both the inside and the outside of my tent fly. It flaked off like snow.<\/p>\n

The water in my water bottles had partially frozen. I worry now about the plastic cracking if it gets too much colder.<\/p>\n

Because of the cold the vapour pressure of the alcohol was not high enough for my flint to work. I tried again and again unsuccessfully to light the stove. I eventually lit it by using a wad of paper towel as a wick bringing the alcohol much closer to the sparks.<\/p>\n

My Scandinavian companion had left on his bicycle a good 40 minutes before I finished my breakfast and packed up my tent. When I eventually started I was dressed as warmly as I had ever been. I even put on my woolen socks – which I was happy to put to use.<\/p>\n

The day turned out well. It warmed up quickly and I was riding most of the day in my shorts and riding jersey – I had needed my sleeves and gloves for several days previously.<\/p>\n

There was a gradual ascent to Columbine, Colorado (not to be confused with the place with the infamous mass murder) which was taxing but strangely easier than yesterday (day 20). I arrived at the general store in Columbine at about 2pm and bought coke, Gatorade, trail mix and an ice cream bar. I struck up a conversation with the proprietor who had just retired from the navy. Since purchasing the place – an old historic general store and adjoining cabins – \u00a0he had never worked so hard. Apparently at one time Columbine was a busy gold mining town and was deserted when the gold became easier and cheaper to find elsewhere.<\/p>\n

After my short break in Columbine I took the quickest route to Steamboat bypassing the GDMBR tangents which (at this point) I had no patience for.<\/p>\n

I arrived in Steamboat in good time (around 4pm) and had dinner at a nice Italian restaurant.<\/p>\n

Steamboat is a tourist town. (As the ex-navy officer mentioned – it was named after a hot spring that made a noise like a steamboat. The hot spring has since become silent but the name has stuck.) I don’t get it really. There are more restaurants and hotels in Steamboat than there are people in some places I’ve gone through. There could be 50-100 hotels or motels.<\/p>\n

By the time I finished my dinner it was getting dark and I began my search for accommodation. Guess what? I couldn’t find a place in the main town. A lady at one motel which did not have any vacancies was extremely helpful. She suggested a number of ideas, let me use her computer, and even offered to have me set my tent up on her lawn – if I would wait til 10pm.<\/p>\n

Eventually I found a place on the mountain as they call it. It was one of many ski resorts on the “mountain”. The lady guided me to a bus which took me and my loaded bike up the mountain in the darkness for free for which I am grateful.<\/p>\n

I am now in yet another hotel annoyed that in a town like this I couldn’t find something more appropriate.<\/p>\n

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