This morning Blue entertained herself by chewing on the wall
instead of waking us up right away. Fortunately, I was in the process of waking
up, heard something not quite right, and caught her before she did much damage.
We had a full day planned and wanted to get an early start anyway, so we got up, grabbed a yogurt and headed out for our hike. Unfortunately, this hike was 40 minutes away, right off I-70, so we backtracked over roads we covered yesterday. However, the drive went quickly and soon we were on the gravel road that leads to Shrine Pass. The road was rough and rutted, even by Colorado standards. Our gratitude that we didn’t attempt the road with the trailer was tempered by regret that we didn’t get to try dispersed camping this trip. Maybe another time. We made a pit stop for birding and then backtracked to the rest area for an actual pit stop. Blue was particularly hyper as we climbed the road and managed to wiggle her way into the front seat.
Continue reading “Shrine Ridge and the Leadville Colorado & Southern Railroad”
I am getting used to Blue waking us up early, but I will
never get used to feeling like a ground squirrel beneath a snow drift as she
fox pounces, then digs at my head. Not fun at anytime let alone 6am.
We slowly got moving, packing up to move on. Ted made
cinnamon rolls and bacon for our breakfast while Blue monitored the activity of
the chipmunks outside. I washed my hair in the campground showers and we all
helped pack up the trailer (well, except maybe Blue – she had that whole
chipmunk thing). We were soon heading west, through a series of turns and passes
that got us to 12,000 feet and then back down. As Ted said, these are much
better motorcycle roads than trailer roads.
Continue reading “Arriving in Leadville”
Timber Creek Campground
Blue let us sleep until 6am today. Even so, we were slow to get moving. It was in the 40s and I discovered a plastic baggie overflowed from a drawer onto the heater, so we hesitated to run it for long. Ted took Blue for a quick walk and we got ready to go look for animals. A quick trip southwest was fruitless. A bit past the campground, I spotted a female moose, but Ted then realized he left his phone back at the camper. So we made detour to the campground. I needed to register for another night anyway, so we killed two birds. Continue reading “Monarch Lake”
Blue Heron Campground will be memorable for lots of reasons, not the least of which because we seem to have gained a new member of our camping family.
Sunday evening, we were preparing our dinner when a ghostly creature emerged from the woods. It was a emaciated, scarred dog who circled our campsite before trotting away. Later in the evening, we learned there were, in fact, a brother-sister pair of dogs when some kids on bikes were feeding the female. We sacrificed our hot dogs and the next morning’s turkey bacon to the ravenous beast who begged with the saddest of blue eyes. But we also soon found this girl to be sweet and well-tempered. She adored the attention of the campground kids and exposed her tick-encrusted belly to anyone willing to giver her the least bit of attention. Continue reading “The Best Camping Souvenir Ever – Bringing Home Blue”