The Inn at Arrowhead
Travel Blogs from Cimarron
... and we walked, and we walked and we walked, about three tenths of a mile out and the same distance back. Someone was joking when they printed that sign. It was 80 degrees and in the sun it felt like 90. But I did it. Two other stops required walking down a significant number of stairs and back up. I did that, too. I wanted to see what everyone else was looking at. And it was the river, down below, about 4,000 ft. below. Maybe ...
We took Owen and Elise to the lake this morning to wear them out before their parents drove them home. I must have saved this stick from a watery grave at least 100 times. Every time I brought it back to shore one or the other of the little people threw it back in. Whew I'm ...
Tough day of riding. Cerro summit didn't look daunting on the elevation profile map, but it was a seemingly endless climb. I'm feeling the elevation pretty bad today. I kept feeling like I was going to pass out and my muscles just didn't want to work. It didn't help that it was hot and humid. I got up it and I was super excited. I sped down to the nearest camp area to get settled. As I was about to pay for a site, a ...
30. River junk
31. Chivas bus
32. Cruise boat
34. Snorkel, mask and flippers
35. Climbing rope
37. Military transport airplane
40. Light Rail
... a little wary of our presence. After fjording the creek, the three sheep-guarding polar bears began to roar and run straight at us.
In my mind: "So....this is how it's going to be. I'm going to get mauled by a sheep dog first thing in the morning..."
At 20 yards, their barks turned to smiles and it became obvious that I was about to get a polar bear hug. A giant tongue slap to the face. The leader and largest of the three was "Hamilton" and decided to ...