The Suspense Is Killing Me
I woke up this morning nice and early so that I could beat the heat and ride my bike out to the Royal Gorge Bridge. Normally a 6-mile bike ride would be a walk — er, ride in the park, but at this altitude (6,000 feet ASL) it takes a bit outta ya. The bridge is one of the tallest suspension bridges in the world at 955 feet up.
And speaking of death by suspension… on the way out of town I swung by the Prison Museum to brush up on my history of the Colorado Dept. of Corrections. Apparently there are 14 different prisons in this area, which is why that nice lady suggested against picking up any hitchhikers. Duly noted.
