At this altitude I got dizzy just clicking the pics.
The little Bronco's all packed up and ready to leave my property for Monarch Colorado, and the hill-climb race.
Thank goodness for this tiny little Walmart in Salida, Colorado. They actually had headsets for sale, so I bought a modestly priced one to leave in the little Bronco camper, so hopefully, I'll never have this dictating problem again.... It's good to be a dictator.
I did learn a lot about typing the last couple of days, such as sometimes letters are missing from my keyboard. I would look far and wide on my keyboard and swear a "Q" or an "I" simply didn't exist, only to accidentally locate it in the next paragraph. I also learned that I couldn't spell. And why should I? My dictation software spells everything for me and does it correctly. I would've made it through high school a lot quicker if I had a digital calculator and dictation software.
I made it to the hill-climb, getting here early enough to get my favorite spot near the top of the mountain, And it sure feels good up here. Sometimes it feels like any problems I have melt away in the mountains, and all I can think about is the beautiful scenery and how happy and lucky I am to be in the middle of it.
Things will be pretty quiet here till after lunch when the drivers start getting their cars ready for tomorrow, but after that, they'll be thunder on the Mountain until they all pack up and leave Sunday afternoon.
An antique gas station I passed on the way to Monarch. I like old gas stations, I don't know why, but of all the old buildings that I enjoy taking pictures of, gas stations are my favorite.
A picture of the Collegian range passing near Buena Vista Colorado.
Leaving Salida Colorado heading for Monarch.
I've turned off Highway 50 onto this unmarked dirt road, this road will be the racetrack for this weekend. It's about 2 miles long and a lot of it is only one lane wide, and if that's not dangerous enough, it's bumpy, with drop-offs. This is the lower pits, hardly anybody is here yet.
I'm boondocked at the upper pits, off to myself a 100 yards or so from the main pit area. I expected there to be other campers showing up so I parked far back in the corner, but I was wrong I was the only one camped here.
As you can see from this picture timberline is not very far away which makes it about 11,000 feet in altitude where I'm boondocked at the moment. These race-cars struggle with getting the proper fuel mixture at this altitude. The engines that have carburetors instead of fuel injection have to be rejected to run properly at this altitude.
Sunset tonight was beautiful as it frequently is in the mountains. I walked outside the little Bronco's door and took this snapshot of the drop-off right behind the little Bronco, and the road leading up to this mining property where this hill-climb will be held starting tomorrow morning.