It was a fabulous day on the Iron Mountain Rd Climb. Sue (Yellow) proved that she is trainable and now referred to the steadily increasing climb as "rolling upward" as opposed to the Slug Gulch ride where she said it rolled along. To Kim, Bubba and me, that meant momentum was involved and there would be brief respites from the climb. So, yes, this climb truly did just just roll upwards so it was very enjoyable and meant the altitude didn't slay us completely.

Sue and her fellow monster Pville rider, Ed, paced us along chatting steadily while us flat/lowlanders slowly worked our way upwards. We took lots of opportunity for pictures and SAG stops. It was really nice to have someone (especially a skilled photographer) haul your extra gear, water, V's blueberry scones . . . speaking of which I was supposed to split one with Sue but my half never showed up. Wonder how that happened? The snow stopped us just beyond Silver Fork Rd which is waaaay up in them thar hills. Bubba took me hiking in the area on one of our early dates and I remember thinking I was just about to fall over the edge into Nevada. Well, I'm sure we could see that far yesterday.

After the snow picture, we bundled up and came screaming down the hill. All of us posted over 40 with Ed almost reaching 50. This was one downhill you could really enjoy as long as you missed the rocks - some of which ran off the road . At that speed it's hard to tell whether you're looking at a rock or a squirrel. Magpie, the new bike, just had one heck of a maiden ride. She's at home resting now, one happy girl.