The day begins with rain. That clears up, but a few hours later another storm rolls in. This continues all day. We take lower routes when possible, passing lots of active and abandoned mining settlements.
The worst storm hits us on the highest ridge, where we take shelter in a tiny mining shack. When thunder rumbles, we scurry down off the ridge to cover in some rocks. A few minutes later the sky clears and birds sing.
Near the end of the day we descend toward Frisco to cross our first major highway since we started up the front range.