September 13, 2019 Bike Ride In Ridgway

Day 6

Ouray KOA Ouray, Colorado

Today we took the Jeep with our bikes north to Ridgway.  This was a nice place to cycle, another neat mountain town.

We stumbled upon a farmer’s market and bought some apples, heirloom tomatoes, greens, and fresh country bread from the Blue Grouse Bread Company.

We found the riverside bike path and enjoyed the perfect weather as we pedaled along.

The path runs along the Uncompahgre River.

Those hills though…we were at an altitude of 7,000 feet.  This does not usually bother us at all…but with exertion…we were gasping for air…no worries though…I just got off and pushed the bike up the hill!

The Dennis Weaver Memorial Park was lovely. 

This eagle sculpture weighs 2,800 pounds and the eagle has a wingspan of more than 20 feet.  It is part of a prayer garden where visitors are encouraged to build their own cairns.

I love outdoor musical instruments and can never resist the opportunity to play as I walk by…such joy!!  It makes me feel like a little girl! This is a metallophone.

The Ridgway Railroad Museum has the mission of restoring and preserving old train cars and providing education. Karl is a volunteer. He spent a long time telling us the stories of the railroads of the San Juan Mountains. He was very gracious and extremely knowledgeable!

This is a 1937 CAT. It was used for clearing mudslides and snow to make the railway passable.

All of the train cars here have been or are in the process of being lovingly restored.

This is a stock car used for transporting cattle or sheep. Apparently, sheep don’t like to get on train cars. They used two trained goats to lead the sheep onto the train. The goats received the reward of chewing tobacco for their hard work.

We found Gnarly Tacos for our lunch, great food and tart lemonade.

We took Tim’s bike into the shop for new brakes and I went into Mountain Market for some groceries.

This evening I walked over to fence to look for deer in the field. I heard something falling from the tree.

I saw a small squirrel sitting on a tree branch.

He finished his pine cone and dropped the core. He chittered at me and fled.