Colorado is dotted with abandoned mining camps. Some from the 1800's and this one from the 1960's... This one was fenced off so we couldn't go explore it. Bummer.
Our resort only had valet parking. I tossed the guys my keys to the bike and asked them to be gentle with it. They got a laugh outta that and then allowed us to park right behind their valet station so they could watch the bikes for us. Rock star!
Beers were good but menu looked kinda iffy, so off we wander into the village... and into a slope-side outdoor cafe. Tempo was about 75F - which felt freakin' cold to us - with a light breeze. Great place to sit and get toasted on locally brews...
We humped across Kansas and eastern Colorado as fast as we could. 650 miles and 10 hours later, we're in Idaho Springs, Colorado for lunch. Pizza at BeauJo's.... I had like 2 pieces and Neil killed the rest. Amazing.
I said the hotel was weird. We parked under the canopy at the main entrance, and then had to walk over this railroad track bridge to the building... Odd layout for a hotel.