Final Days in Colorado. Sniff

July 9-13, 2012

So we dumped our tanks ($5 at a site approximately 10 miles from LCC).   Then we headed back and made our way around the reservoir.   We had looked here before, you may remember, and didn’t like the looks of it.   However, since that time, lots more rain had moved through.  So the area was nice and green.   Much prettier!    We found a spot at one of the first free boondocking sites after the reservoir.   It’s a huge field area right on the upper Taylor River, maybe 1.5 football fields.   Down at the other end there were 2 class As, and right next to us was another 5^th wheel.   Most people in this area have numerous ATVs with them.   We considered looking for something more secluded, but since the roads get worse and we had a decent signal here, we decided to stay.

We had great views (almost 360) of various mountain ranges.   We got to enjoy that for about half a day.  The people next to us had friends come along and they parked their rig at a 90 degree angle, cutting off are northern view completely.   We were bummed about that, but you really can’t complain when it’s a free spot.   But then, the next day, a family moved 30 yards to the south and cut off that view too.   Worse was that they had tons of kids and tons of ATVs.    They had 2 other rigs join them the next day.   Together they made an unbearable noisy compound.  All the kids took turns continuously running the ATVs in our little area nonstop.   The noise was enough to drive you crazy.  We really should have moved, but we thought we could deal with occasional noise and we didn’t want to lose signal so we couldn’t play WWF.   Bad decision.    Once they started in with the loud music, too, we knew we had to leave.    This area is so popular and busy that all the other spots we’d fit into were taken.   So….we decided to head home.

It’s bittersweet.    We miss home and our family and friends and can’t wait to see everyone again.   But, it’s also been an amazing trip and I’ll miss the mountains and the gorgeous scenery.    Right now the plan is to leave Sat morning, early enough to hopefully not encounter any oncoming traffic on the Cottonwood Pass.    We’ll go approximately halfway and then try to find a RV campground for the night.  (Likely we’ll be in Nebraska.  Or, as Jeremiah calls it, Fucking Nebraska).    Then we’ll finish up on Sunday, probably getting home in the afternoon or evening.   I don’t know how much I’ll blog once we’re home.  If I don’t feel like blogging, I might just skip it altogether.   If that’s the case, then we’ll pick it up again when we go on the road again after Labor Day.

Hope to see everyone soon!!!!!!

PPS

A few things I forgot I was supposed to blog about:

1)       When we arrived, we just got unhitched when it started raining really hard.     It rained quite a bit for maybe an hour.    Later, we found out that the same system stalled over the Ark.  It went from 300 cfs to 2000cfs…some lucky people were actually on the river and got to experience Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.    The river had almost dropped back to normal by the next morning when we saw what happened, so we didn’t get a chance to consider getting on.

2)      Our campsite is down behind a small bluff.   You almost can’t see the rigs when you go by on the main road.   When Missy went for her first bike ride, she wasn’t paying attention on her way home.   (She was engrossed in her audio book).    I was outside in my lounger and I saw her go speeding by.  I thought it was odd she was doing more than her usual 1 hour.   She went all the way to the reservoir, another coupla miles roundtrip, before she realized she’d passed our camp.   She was not amused.   I was highly amused.  :-)

3)      Our last morning we were woken up at 6:30 am by the moo patrol.   There’s a herd of cows free to range all around the area, and this morning they surrounded the rigs in our area.   Have you ever tried to work a cow moo into your dream?    It’s not easy.   I slowly realized something was mooing outside.   We got up to watch them.  Practically each cow had a baby, so there was plenty of cuteness to go around.   One mom lost her baby and just started bellowing.  It almost hurt your ears.   I would never have guessed how loud a cow could moo if so motivated.