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... the track was marked by orange markers in the trees. In this white landscape, there's no other way to mark a trail. I walk the snow but I'm only wearing my runners. And that meant they are getting wet as I walk, especially when I sink into the snow. I'm not really sure where this track goes so after a little bit, I turn around and head back. Passing a couple who are smoking weed off the track. Trying to be sneaky, but it was stinking up the place.
I get back ...
... Mountain National Park, the jewel in the crown of our (Kathy and Larry’s) entire road trip.
The compression brake on our diesel truck pulling the trailer, brand name PacBrake, worked beautifully on our descent from the passes and I seldom needed to use the brakes for turns. We found the World Mark timeshare where Larry and Kathy were staying and discussed our plans for our stay in Granby. The four of us had ...
... off we went, and it was, indeed, a very nice spot. We ate our lunch, contemplated (and photographed, because we just don't have enough pictures of Golden Mantled Ground Squirrels) the wildlife, and then headed back to Denver.
Weather luck held. The clouds were amassing from early this morning, and by about noon there were numerous rain storms over the high mountains. If we had left the Alpine Visitor's Center for today, we would not have ...
... our afternoon rambles we passed the University of Colorado and later in the day, The School of Mines, institutions that Jess's dad had attended and where he trained as a geologist. Then it was back into the car and off to Idaho Springs to meet up with Tim's cousin Stefanie whom he had last seen in 1997 as a young teenager. We had a lovely pizza dinner at a trendy pizza place called Beau Jo's and due to the slow delivery of our order, had plenty of time to catch up ...
... I had been jabbering on about all these years. The Rockies are just special. The air is different, the sky is different, even my thoughts are different here. Once we got to the campground and did the obligatory parking of the Rv ritual, we all stepped out in complete silence and starred at the scene before us. Our site was perched 400 feet above a giant green meadow with a perpetually meandering creek running ...