I'm still at the top of Skyline Drive, originally built in the early 1900's by prison labor. We will be visiting the prison later this week. It's a long fall if you drive over the edge ... about 800 feet down. At the very tippy top is a hiking trail that I'm sure has some spectacular views.
This one cloud hanging out was rather interesting ... it dropped a little rain in about a 50 foot circle.
The geology is amazing. In this section you can see all the layers of flaky rock stacked up. That's why I should have paid a little more attention in that college geology class I had to take.
Now comes the good part where you cannot turn around ... believe me, I looked to see if there was a spot wide enough. You have no choice but to drive the very top of the hogback to the end. It's probably two miles or so.
The views are pretty amazing also, but there was not enough room to get OUT of the Jeep for pictures and there were two other crazy people driving the same road behind me. At long last, you come to a wide spot where you can stop and smell the roses, or at least the town of Canon City.
As you can see, I didn't get very close to the edge. The road continues with a very sharp switchback that I'm not sure big pickups will be able to navigate. It leads sharply downhill to one more switchback, and then into town.
If I get up enough nerve, I might just drive it again so I can enjoy the views this time and not be thinking about whether or not my seatbelt is tight enough to save me.
Somehow I ended up in charge of breakfast this morning. The Hosts have a brand spanking new Tiffin Phaeton that has had nothing but troubles. Apparently I've been exceedingly lucky with mine. Anyway, they have to drive to Colorado Springs this morning for repairs.
That leaves me to cut and hack up breakfast, set up toasters and feed the crew of 17. From there, I'm going for more heartbeat therapy by walking across the Royal Gorge Bridge. At 6,350 feet, I could use a little more oxygen in my blood.