The next day, I figured I was probably good enough to ride again, so I headed off on my own to Rocky Mountain National Park and ride the peak to peak highway. The weather called for 60 degrees and light rain, so naturally I got stuck in a blizzard (that sign that said weather was subject to rapidly change along the peaks wasn’t kidding, apparently). Mother nature's way of telling me to ice my knee? My tires seemed to be gripping well even as snow started building on the highway (the snow I've ridden through in the past few weeks was cold, but never heavy enough to actually stick to the road, so it didn't seem as scary). But as a crosswind picked up, my visor started fogging over, and the road got whiter, I opted to give up. The drivers seemed to understand and have plenty of sympathy when I stopped traffic both directions to turn around.