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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, ...
... epic he has been lining up for years. We shared, critiqued and improved our work. It was brilliant.
We slept a night in Denver airport to save money, mingled with the homeless community while waiting for a place to stay, and wrote poetry for complete strangers which brightened them up to no end.
Our destination was Frisco: a town 2 hours west of Denver at the base of Arapahoe Basin and Keystone mountains. We spent 4 hours trying to hitchhike out there and was eventually ...
... down the mountain. Well, my stubborness got the best of me and there was no way I was catching the gondola down. So i took on the blue run! Ha ha! Thankfully I had improved heaps throughout the day otherwise i'd have no chance at getting down the hill. It was quite daunting and at one point i did freak out a bit (i was going over the edge of a VERY steep section at the time). The result of my slight hesitation was me ...
... far as Booth Falls twice I’m
wondering what lies beyond it if I were to continue on the trail, one which
continues on for many miles and goes much higher. I’ve spent a lot of time skiing
in Vail over the years but have often wondered what lies further north of I-70,
one of those pockets of terra incognita in my Colorado travels. Someday I’ll
make it up the dirt road from Vail to Piney Lake in that area.
... 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.