I finally made it down to the end of the road. It more or less is a hump. I start at the cabin which is just a few feet above the Piedra River then I climb the dirt road steadily for about 6 miles. By that time the river is just a tiny ribbon you can barely hear. Had to stop there for a minute to soak in the grandeur of the San Juans and imagine Kit Carson guiding John C. Fremont through here 175 years ago when Carson only halfway knew where he was going. But he was a badass so it didn't matter. Then it's rolling for about four miles and a steep drop with several switchbacks the last two miles to finish right next to the river. Ann and the kids met me there and drove me back.
12.5 miles at 8:10 pace.
Heading out for some fishing with Andy at a lake on the Southern Ute Reservation. It probably won't be good because of all the rain, and a trip to Chimney Rock National Monument.