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... were going to continue our rv trip. An hour later we had it all worked out but we just had to buy all our gear and beat the impending snow storm, which we didn't. Barely made it. But did we have fun watching three feet of snow fall in three days. Simply amazing to our southern eyes. Today we trek on. Next stop a park outside of Gunnison, ...
... by a middle aged drunk woman who took us in the wrong direction. As it got dark, we conceded defeat and headed back to the city. We spent a few hours in a pub then decided to catch a midnight bus out there. At 3:30 am on the 5th day of travel, we finally made it to the mountains.
After about 3 hours sleep we were up and on our way to Arapahoe Basin. We got to the top of the hill, bleary eyed and stiff, but all of a sudden filled with energy. We gave each other a big hug, ...
... that make up a huge canyon that takes up a lot of the park. We discovered that it is a small park and that being said, would still take many days, maybe weeks to explore all that we wanted to. We ended up going as far as the paved road would take us and did a small hike that took us to the Narrows. A narrow and very wet part of the canyon that was formed by the Virgin River running through it. The trail that continues into the Narrows was nothing more than the ...
Doug booked us for two nights at the Hotel Sebastian in
Vail, a swank place in the heart of Vail’s pedestrian zone that must be
astronomically expensive in ski season but he managed for around $100/night in
very off-season September. Valet parking was $20, which Doug thought nothing of
paying the first night – “Dude, take good care of it. Make sure there are no
scratches when you bring it ...
... before some real hiking. We took the night in Breckenridge fairly easy
in preparation for our more strenuous hikes in the days ahead, in contrast to
our usual boozy reunions. Doug was quite unimpressed with the Italian
restaurant he chose in Breckenridge, one not memorable enough for me to recall
the name, but he’s from the East Coast and a bit of an Italian food snob.