Back onto the railroad tracks. Finally, we were able to ride on a gravel side trail. There was a whitewater river on one side, and rock walls and mine shafts. The sky clouded over, so we stopped and put on rain gear. I’d purchased a pair of rain pants at the Sawatch Backpacking store in Leadville. As the rain pelted my thighs, I was glad to have made this investment.
We took a side trail into Redcliff. On the way there we crossed paths with a fellow who was wearing an orange parka that was partially held together with duct tape. He was carrying several plastic bags laden with food. We chatted with Steve Kline, who after hearing that we were heading to town, offered to let us spend the night at his place.
Steve lived off-the-beaten track, on an undisclosed location. He’d been at his current place of residence for a year-and-a-half, and was in the process of looking for a new job. He, Pete, and I spent the evening around a campfire, talking. I dried my socks on a hot rock, one of them got burnt. I fell asleep listening to the rain pummel the tent walls.
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