Here, too, we saw our first Rodeo Parade - Real "Injuns" and "Cowboys"! Escaping unscalped and unlassoed, we proceeded to have a look at Pikes Peak.
Top of Pikes Peak
We came down in low gear also, as required, and the time was just one and three-quarters hours.
We left Boulder late in the afternoon and started over the "Fall River Pass". We started climbing and it seemed as tho we would never stop going up - and we didn't that day.
When night came, we pitched our tent on the Banks of the Fall River in Estes Park.
The next morning we talked with some of the tourists about going down the other side of the mountain and were informed we had almost another day's climb before we reached the top.
So up we started and up and up we went, clinging to the edge of the mountain as the road wound 'round and 'round. Soon we were above the timberline and incidentally, above the fly and mosquito zone as well. In many paces there was not room for two cars to pass. A few more miles and we left vegetation behind and now all we saw were rocks and snow. - "We were in the Rockies!" More than two miles above the level of the sea, (elevation 11,797 feet). Somewhere on Fall River Pass, we had crossed the "Great Continental Divide".
At the top of this pass was an observation tower where we could look back over the valley, and after viewing the panorama, our next thoughts were of the gas tank, Jimmie measured and found one-half gallon - - O- O - Oh!!! and only ten miles to Grand Lake the nearest filling station. Well, we put the car in "second" - coasted down the mountain, measured again and to our great relief, found three gallons. In our mountain traveling, we found it rather difficult to determine "level". The heavily loaded car, no doubt, had something to do with it. At Grand Lake, gas was 30 cents per gallon, the highest we had paid so far.