Riding through the following few corners, our pace turned from spirited to trepid, as the snowmelt wetted the road surface. As a group of us rounded another splattery corner, a handful of control riders, donned in their hi-viz yellow vests, came downhill, and advised us to turn around. The peak of Pikes Peak was still closed, as the snow and ice had not yet melted in the large parking lot up top. We U-turned our bikes, and gathered at the large turnout just two turns above Devil’s Playground. The view was stellar, despite a slightly hazy atmosphere over Colorado Springs, and we could see as far as Kansas. Riders got off their bikes, took pictures and enjoyed the crisp alpine air.