Relative Something

We are back on our bikes again today, riding north on the Mickelson Trail, this time to Deadwood.

Our much appreciated day of rest included a drive along the Needles Highway.

The rock formations are a wonder to behold. They look cool, too.

Rich and I took a moment to do a little bouldering.

Gary was happy to stay in the car, where the chance of taking a tumble is significantly lower.

After the Needles, Rich drove us up the precarious gravel curves to see the fire lookout tower on Mount Coolidge, 6023 feet elevation.

Climbing the steps to the observation deck left me short of breath.

It definitely feels like I’m not in Beldenville anymore.

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