Day Four, Lake City to Redstone, 204 miles. Today was a day to cover some miles and head north. We had a large percentage of hardsurface, but also some nice remote dirt roads. This was going to be the longest and most diverse day we do. The Jim's decide to play chicken with a Bull. Scenery along a dirt road outside of Lake City. Bhaaaaaaaaaa We hit a twisty bit of highway at Blue Mesa Res. Group photo at Crawford Res. More bovine. Oops, I forgot a very important section of this day. We were headed for Crestte Butte via Kebler Pass. Most of the passes we had done, including Kebler were very easy. In some cases you could drive your mini van over them. But I had kept reading about Schofield Pass and how many people had died in jeeps trying to make it. And that is was usually snowed in until mid August? Plus I read an article, where two guys on early 80's street bikes made it over, with great difficutly. So I figured we could do it on our modern dual sports, but we didn't know what to expect. A quick gas stop in Crestte Butte and we ventured on. So far no big deal. We got to the top and couldn't believe we were riding the same pass? I could have drove a car up there. We started down and had some nice water crossings. That's Scott and his bike drowned out. Hard to believe.... This would just be the start of his problems. More water crossings. We rode on, thinking it was clear sailing, until we saw this. Maybe things were going to get tough afterall. Again the pictures don't due justice to the steepness and the rocks. Actually, it wasn't too bad coming down Schofield, but you had to be careful, because if you got bounced off the trail, it was a long way down, in some places. On the other hand, I'm glad we didn't ride up the Marble side, because it would have been a struggle on these bikes. Down below the rocks and the trail turned fun, with rollers and lots of mud puddles. Unfortunately for J, he got splashed a little bit when I passed him. We came across an old structure, which is supposed to be the second most photographed spot in Colorado. So we had to add to the count. We rolled into the old town of Marble, where they still mine, you guessed it, marble. This particular piece of marble is destined for Washington, D.C. and is going to be a replacement for the currently cracked, Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. But that guy is Bill, we all know him. We rolled into Redstone. A small artist community, very clean and biker friendly. Our abode... While here, I decided to do a little preventative maintenance. I brought an extra clean air filter and decided to install it. On a little more serious note, Jimmy's 520 EXC countershaft seal was acting like an automatic chain oiler. Worse the CS bolt was not holding and he had to keep retighting it. Ace mechanic Jim Z. surveys the situation. We had a nice meal at an outside cafe in town, with live music. Today was J's last day to ride with us and Andy came to take him home to Dillion and return the rented KLR. Since this was an artist's community, J decided to be artsy with my bike.