July 1st

I was to stay only one night at Paonia, and then move on to a camp near Leadville, but things didn’t go that way.





Then… the next morning my motorcycle didn’t want to start. No one else was in the campground. It still didn’t want to start as the day wore on. Eventually a Park ranger came by to check the camp and he was nice enough to let me reserve another night through him. He commented how well placed in the middle of nowhere I was. Closest “big” city was back to Montrose, 70 miles away. I started working on my motorcycle to see if there was something I could fix. I have a spare fuel filter which I could swap out, but I don’t have the pinch wrench needed to remove the fuel line.
The next day a Paonia deputy visits the camp ground and helps get me set up a tow truck. Back to Montrose I go, to the one shop that would accept my “off-brand” Moto Morini motorcycle.
