I had always wondered about this, and as I was riding over Rocky Mt. National Park on my way home to Grand Lake via motorcycle, about 9:30 PM, on a mid-August night in 1985, a rain blew in from the West and the full moon shined down from the East. A full Moonbow lit the park just below Fall River Pass. Incredible. There are no words to describle the beauty. About four cars had stopped to watch. I stayed until it faded and continused down the mountain. Once in the switchbacks, I rode into the rain and out of it again several times. I should be so fortunate to see another.
I had always wondered about this, and as I was riding over Rocky Mt. National Park on my way home to Grand Lake via motorcycle, about 9:30 PM, on a mid-August night in 1985, a rain blew in from the West and the full moon shined down from the East. A full Moonbow lit the park just below Fall River Pass. Incredible. There are no words to describle the beauty. About four cars had stopped to watch. I stayed until it faded and continused down the mountain. Once in the switchbacks, I rode into the rain and out of it again several times. I should be so fortunate to see another.