Connie (Ken's Dad's wife) is right - it looks as though Ken is riding into a big painting. It's hard to get your mind around all of this and know it's real. Being here is a surreal experience for sure.
We found this little chapel and I thought it might be a good place to leave some of Alex's ashes, but it was locked so I just said a prayer asking to find the right place to sprinkle them, and we rode on.
The dirt path led to this road where we took the loop all the way around.
We saw some of the same stuff as on our hike, but from the other side.
Scenery like this makes you shut up. And when you are quiet the answers to your prayers are easier to hear. I saw this place up on the hill a bit so we parked our trikes and I climbed up to let some more of Alex go.
I placed the ashes in my hand and blew. They seemed to hang there for a moment and then blended in with the terrain just perfectly. It was the perfect place, if there is such a thing.
I got sad after that. But the beauty surrounding me held me together.
And so did he.
Our trikes looked so little and cute from up there.
And speaking of little and cute, Simon liked walking around this part of the Garden but we needed to get back to pedaling.
See that mountain directly above me? That is Pike's Peak. Weird to know we were just on the top!
Before we left the Garden we stopped at the Trading Post where the trikes got all kinds of looks. Simon barked at some people and we looked at some ice cream but decided to wait.
I am going to miss this place when we leave. Denver will be awesome too though!