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Winding River Resort in the Kawuneeche Valley ("valley of the coyote" in the Arapaho language) hugs the western edge of Rocky Mountain National Park. The closest town is the cute village of Grand Lake only a few miles away. The Colorado River runs along the edge of the resort and is the dividing line between it and the park. The resort is huge. I walked the periphery to see how long it would take, but was so distracted by everything ...
... and had an enormous burrito while enjoying listening to a hilarious conversation between two local cowboys. After lunch we headed for Grand Lake, and after being hailed on and rained on for the last 50 miles we were ready to stop. This is rather a tourist summer town, so we were not impressed to start with, but the rain and threat of more hail stopped us. We put the bike to bed safe and sound, dried out and went for a walk down town. The town is full ...
... next to the RV as well.
Next was the Alpine Visitor Center for lunch and passport stamps. It is the highest and most remote in all the National Park Service. Very cold and windy and packed with tourists but with incredible views over the meadows and mountain peaks. There was a heard of Elk grazing about 100m above the Visitor Center which was pretty cool. We had lunch at the cafeteria there and then continued down the road.
It wasn't long before we saw ...
... but who knows? Maybe they think the Clark's Nutcracker hibernates in the winter and the chipmunk builds hay piles.
We ate dinner at a different Italian restaurant--a much more successful endeavor than last night--where we got a table outside on the deck by the river. We finally rolled into the hotel at nearly 9 p.m., 12 and a half hours after we left.
Tomorrow we'll visit a few sites in the lower elevations of the park, and ...
... foot tall peaks and the headwaters of the mighty Colorado River. Barb and I took a quick hike up a trail along the small stream which is the humble beginnings of the Colorado. The Park is practically empty, we pass just a few cars along the roads, and the trail was our own. Over the three mile hike we finally saw one gentlemen hiking in as we were hiking back out. In the summertime this area is packed with thousands of visitors..