After getting soaked to the bone leaving Telluride, the rain stopped just before Dolores, Co. I grabbed a sandwich, a diet coke and a handful of quarters to run the dryers at the Dolores Laundromat. I took off all that was appropriate for a small town such as Dolores (the proprietor even said it was OK to dry my huge riding boots in his dryers) and tried to thaw out. The heated handgrips helped, but that 13,200ft elevation pass was freezing when soaked. After a half hour or so, it was back on the road. The ride from Telluride to Dolores is as pretty as any I've done - from what I could see behind the rain beating on my visor. A night's sleep, and it's off to home. "Clarkdale" consists of this building, the green fence, and the two covered sheds in the background. It's just south of Durango. The sun is shining, and 4 hours to home.