After several miles, we passed an interpretive sign stating that the road up to the pass was an old railroad route and also a gondola was used to transport ore down the mountain. At the time, it was one of the longest in the world.
We were going slow enough up the mountain that I could see remnants of the old railroad. There were many railroad spikes, bolts lying in the road, and ties sticking out of the side of the road. We wound our way up for 3 hours and at the top found that we had to race down the other side to beat the impending thunder storm. We met 3 riders on top from Australia. They were riding from Colorado to Los Angeles. We could only talk for a few moments because the rumbling from the storm was getting closer. We had a chilly but fun descent through densely forested woods and past a river that had many beaver dams. We arrived in Sargents, a one store/gas town with a rv park. Not a lot happening here, happy to have Rocky to comfort us.
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