It’s hard to explain exactly why but day break is my favorite time to ride. Birds seem to chirp a little louder. Dew from the nights rain some how mixes perfectly with the smell of exhaust fumes. Morning is calm, it’s welcoming, it’s perfect in a way that’s hard to explain. It’s perfect for riding a motorcycle. I’m never disappointed when I swing a leg over the bike before the suits make a rush to the office, before the motorhomes make a dash for the scenic roads. On this day, I’m especially pleased be to on the road early as I make my way over Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park.
If you plan on riding in a National Park you can assume a few things. The scenery is going to be stunning and the roads are likely to be nicely paved. It’s also safe to assume you’ll find a few motorhomes and selfie sticks. For National Parks in general, go early, go slow and go somewhere else before the sun gets high and the crowds get restless.
Such is the case for Trail Ridge Road near Estes Park, Colorado. Trail Ridge is one of the most visually stunning stretches of asphalt in the world but sucking diesel fumes from a 30ft pusher really puts a damper on the views. Time it right and you’ll be arching turns up the mountain before the Denny’s crowd gets their coffee. And just like the anticipation of the rising sun you’ll climb towards the clouds in route to a view that pictures do no justice. Take a little time to soak it in, take a little more to manage the switchbacks that wind through the alpine tundra.
Some folks call this Gods country. It’s not hard to see why.