T2T’s 2020 PhxCruiser Journeys

December 2019 - May 2024
Our 2020 motorhome travels in the Phoenix Cruiser ... exploring Colorado and a road trip to the Black Hills of South Dakota. Read more
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  • Camping @ Crystal River KOA

    July 2, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 77 °F

    Thus far, our camping trips in the Phoenix Cruiser have been within 30 miles of the house. We didn’t do this by design, but when it worked out that way, we figured that being near home as we worked on customizing the rig was not necessarily a bad thing. The actual reason for the close-in camping trips was mostly due to availability at campgrounds. We booked where we found space … three days here, three days there.

    This trip, still short at just four nights due to campground availability and a previously made dental appointment, took us quite a bit farther ... about 240 miles. And, instead of heading west into the mountains, this time we headed north and then west ... our destination being Carbondale, Colorado, which is about 35 miles from Aspen.

    We were both up by 5:30a, so getting on the road as planned by 8:00a was not an issue. In fact, it was 7:56a when we keyed in the access code to leave the storage facility. The temp was not yet 70F … that would be rising quickly. Wildfire smoke haze was present in the air, though not nearly as bad as it was when we went to Cheyenne Mountain State Park in mid-June.

    Traffic on I-25N was decent ... perhaps even surprisingly light. It was the opposite in the southbound lanes ... construction related slowdowns. Instead of detouring off the interstate to take E-470, the express tollway on which tolls are currently being waived, we stayed on I-25N through Denver to US-6 and connected to I-70W from there. By 9:30a, we were on our westbound route, beginning the first of several climbs along our route. Our highest point today was 11,000+ feet ... according to RV Trip Wizard.

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    The only stop we made on today’s drive was at the Visitor Center in Georgetown. They had no Colorado state maps, but at least Mui got a short break. It was a busy place with a small parking lot, but we managed.

    Once through the Eisenhower Tunnel, we had a 7% downhill grade for about 6 miles or so ... the steepest section of the road, with Bethel Mountain straight ahead. Got a glimpse of Dillon Reservoir where I am still hoping we might be able to get in before the camping season is over this year.

    Overall, I’d say that I-70W is one of those rare interstates that passes through some amazingly scenic landscape. It made the drive very pleasant. Mui said it wasn’t a tiring drive because the scenery was so nice. Despite the up and down grades along the way, the Cruiser did well. Even the 8-mile two-way section on I-70 was OK, with the traffic flowing well in either direction.

    The only real traffic we ran into was after we made the turn off from I-70 to Glenwood Springs on CO-82. To say that the town was packed would be an understatement. We might have to rethink visiting Glenwood Springs, and Aspen as well, unless we want to deal with the crowds … which we don’t.

    After topping off the Cruiser at a gas station in Carbondale, we continued onto the KOA, which is located about six miles south, just off CO-133. While I checked us in and paid the balance due on our reservation, Mui unhooked the CR-V. In hindsight, he could have waited to do so at the site since we’re in a pull-through.

    KOAs have never been a favorite campground of ours. Often too crowded ... too many kids ... and the sites too tight. But it was the only place where we found an opening. And that was only because we agreed to switch our dates to the holiday weekend. We prefer not to be camping during the major summer holidays because of the crowds, but in this case … well, beggars can’t be choosers.

    This KOA surprised us ... pleasantly. For one thing, the sites are more spacious than the ones at most KOAs. While the campground boasts a ½-mile of river frontage, we didn’t get one of the sites that overlook the Crystal River. We’re in site 16, one row over. It’s not a bad site. We have shade on the patio in the shadow of the Cruiser, and there are a couple of trees that help with further sun protection. A fence line separates the patio from the road, so there’s a degree of privacy. Our neighbor on the patio side blocks their view of our patio ... and we can’t see them either. That’s good in my camping book.

    The RV sites here are water/electric only … with “honey-wagon” service for long stays available at $10 a shot. We should be OK for the duration of our stay. At $50/night, this is an expensive campground. But we’re only about 20 miles from Glenwood Springs and 35 miles from Aspen, so the hefty tag is not surprising.

    We were settled into our site by 2:00p … floors vacuumed and swiffered … things we brought from home put away. It was 95F indoors … 90F outdoors. But the patio — mostly in the shade and with a nice breeze blowing — was quite comfortable. So, aside from a quick walk over to a couple of open sites on the river to take a peek at the water rushing by, we spent the afternoon relaxing on the patio.

    Not sure what we’ll be doing while we’re here. There are plenty of hiking opportunities, but I am still babying my foot after I did a number on it during the Catamount Falls hike. I did find a few scenic drives that look promising. We’re only at some 6,400 feet high in elevation, so if the forecasted temps hold true, it’s going to be quite hot here. We’ll play each day by ear.
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  • Top of the Rockies Scenic Byway

    July 3, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 81 °F

    When we first started planning our camping trip, we figured we’d drive to Carbondale via I-70 and return home via Independence Pass. Further research into the return route, however, uncovered restrictions … no vehicles over 35 feet in length on the 45-mile section of CO-82 that runs through the pass. While the Cruiser is only 28 feet, we didn’t want to drive two vehicles on what promised to be a scenic drive.

    So we decided to do the drive as a day trip instead. The plan … drive CO-82 up to and through Independence Pass and return via US-24 and I-70. It turned out to be an 11-hour outing that we made longer mile-wise because of our decision to make a loop back to Carbondale. But doing an in-out on CO-82 would not have saved us any time as the road is narrow and winding, and has steep grades that require slower speeds.

    There was an upside to doing the full loop. Not only did we drive the section recently added to the "Top of the Rockies Scenic Byway" — CO-82 through the pass — but also the original 82-mile byway — US-24 through Twin Lakes, Leadville, and Minturn to I-70. A nice bonus.

    CO-82 is not the highest road in Colorado. That honor goes to three others. What makes this road special is that it climbs steadily towards the Sawatch Range, located in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. At its peak is Independence Pass — at 12,095 feet … the highest paved mountain pass in Colorado. From this point, the road descends steadily into the valley of Lake Creek and then connects to US-24.

    The views along CO-82 are fantastic … especially when the road reaches above the tree-line to the alpine tundra zone. There are lakes and rivers, valleys rimmed with high mountains still sporting snow on their peaks, forests of fir and groves of aspen. And then there are the “WOW views” of the Continental Divide at Independence Pass. I have since read that it is recommended to do the road east-to-west as the views are better. We might try that another time. In the meantime, we have no complaints about how the views unfolded on our west-to-east route.

    Needless to say, we made stops along the way … a number of them, in fact. Luckily, there are plenty of turnoffs … some just big enough for a car … others larger. In most instances, however, we were the only ones pulling over.

    When we got to the Weller Lake trailhead, we decided to stretch our legs a bit and check out the alpine lake. The trail suited us perfectly … just .6 miles each way, and with an elevation gain of only 500 feet (starting at 9,300 feet). That the trail was categorized as easy meant that I didn’t have to worry about my bruised toe.

    Once we crossed the bridge over the Roaring Fork River, we found ourselves on a narrow, dirt path. Except for the rocks we had to negotiate, the trail lived up to its designation as being easy. We encountered a number of people along the way, but everyone was courteous. As we often do when hiking — especially in the age of COVID-19 — we stepped off the path for added distancing to let others pass us.

    The trail took us through the Collegiate Peaks Wilderness of the White River National Forest to Weller Lake. The view at the end of the trail was fantastic. Rimmed as the water is with huge basalt boulders, at first, it seemed that we’d have to limit ourselves to a single viewpoint. But scrambling over some of the rocks, we found a better vantage point.

    With no winds to ripple the water, the mountains on the far side were reflected on the calm lake ... a delightful scene that we stuck around to enjoy for a bit. Paddle-boarders who came ashore nearby suggested that we take a spur trail to a waterfall that runs down into the lake. As it turns out, the spur had a closed sign … which we obeyed.

    Our next stop was at the Grottos Day Use Area, also in the White River Forest. I had read about another short trail that starts from the parking lot, but the trailhead was a zoo. So, instead of walking, we collected our portable picnic table and went looking for a place to have lunch.

    I had my eye on a patch of gravel beach on the far side of the bridge spanning the Roaring Fork River. Alas, a family with several young kids beat us to the spot. Since they did not look like they would be leaving anytime soon, we followed a small trail through the trees to another patch of gravel on the riverfront. Unfortunately, there was another couple camped out there already. So, we set up our table in the forested area. A lucky turn of events for us as it started sprinkling rain even as we were setting the table. The trees provided the necessary cover so that we did not have to rush through our meal.

    After lunch, we continued our drive. Spotting the remnants of what used to be the Farwell Mill #2 at the edge of CO-82, we made our next stop at the ghost town of Independence. The place was once the first mining site in the Roaring Fork Valley. According to legend, prospectors discovered the Independence Gold Lode on 4 July 1879 … hence the name of the town in which 300 people were living by 1880. The town didn’t survive long. The population was down to 100 eight years later. In 1899, when the worst storm in Colorado’s history cut off supply routes, the miners dismantled their homes to make skis and escaped en masse to Aspen.

    Our next stop was the highlight of our day — the Continental Divide at Independence Pass — and the highest point of our day at 12,095 feet.

    I already mentioned that the views here were awe-inspiring. The sun was out again by the time we arrived at Independence Pass, adding to our pleasure in the day. That there were a couple of small tundra ponds to reflect some of the mountains and the sky was an added bonus. Though the place was crowded with parked cars, we ventured out on the trail to the overlook, donning masks as a precaution.

    By the time we began the descent from the pass, it was already 4:30p. We made a few stops on the way down but didn’t dally long. At the junction with US-24, we turned north towards Leadville. The murals we spied as we drove through the historic downtown area invited us to dally, but we promised ourselves that we’d return to the area and pressed on.

    US-24 proved to be another curvy road … two-way … narrow. The landscape was beautiful, but with the sun blocked by the high mountains, the scenery didn’t inspire photography. Nonetheless, we enjoyed what we saw as we made our way to I-70.

    I-70W was a cinch. No traffic to speak of … which I thought was surprising for the 4th of July long weekend. But mine is not to question why … rather, to appreciate it. Even the short section that narrows down to a single lane due to construction was easy to navigate.

    A quick stop to top-off the CR-V’s tank in Glenwood Springs added a 5-minute delay to the Garmin’s estimated arrival time at the KOA. By 8:30p, we were parked at our site. Time for some R&R.

    I was horrified to see an inflatable movie screen set up by our neighbor on the hook-ups side. The screen was intended to keep the kids entertained as the adults had their own group party. Luckily, these campers seem to be courteous enough to consider those not part of their group. They kept the volume low. Low enough, in fact, that Mui and I, sitting on the patio, could barely hear the sound.

    Since we had a long day today, we plan to do something easy tomorrow. Still debating what that will be.
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  • Crystal River KOA Camping ... Happy 4th

    July 4, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 81 °F

    After a long outing yesterday, and with today being the 4th of July, we planned an easy day for ourselves. We had a nice time, but admittedly our plans fell a little flat after the magnificent views we enjoyed yesterday on the Independence Pass drive.

    Starting in Basalt, the 42-mile Frying Pan Road that passes by Ruedi Reservoir follows the Fryingpan River … through the valley by the same name. By the way, the spelling of the name of the river is not a typo … the road is two words; the river (and the valley) is one word. Why? No idea. But here’s the legend behind the name itself …

    "The reason for the unusual name of the river is that when a group of trappers was attacked by a band of Ute Indians, only two men survived, one of whom was injured. Leaving his wounded friend in a cave close by, the last man left to summon help, but not before hanging a frying pan in a tree so that he could find the cave again on his return."

    Back to our day. No sooner were we on Frying Pan Road that we came to a signage board. So we pulled off to read the information. That’s when we learned that the area is a state wildlife area as well. Alas, no luck with seeing critters, but we did find a short path down to the edge of the river. Turns out that this was a good find as later we would be returning to have lunch at this spot.

    The road hugs the green-clad red cliffs on one side and follows the river on the other side … meandering as the river twists and turns. It’s a pretty drive, but the pull-outs are not designed for optimum photography. The vegetation was tall, hiding the river from view in most places. Yet, those pull-outs were filled with cars — fly fishermen (and women) angling in the frothy water as the river cascades and gurgles over the rocks.

    The biggest disappointment of our drive came when we arrived at Ruedi Reservoir, which dams the Fryingpan River. The place was a zoo. Seeing the crowds from the overlook on the road did not inspire us. But keeping our fingers crossed that we might find a quiet spot somewhere, we continued on. It wasn’t to be. In our search for a spot of solitude, we took the time to drive through the campground loops to see if they would appeal for a future stay. A definite no is the answer to that question. The sites were haphazardly situated, making the campgrounds seem especially chaotic ... no real shade or privacy either.

    As we left the reservoir, I suggested to Mui that we return to the spot we had found early on and have lunch there. He agreed and we set off on the return drive. We were not happy to see several parked cars when we arrived at our destination. But we persevered. Turns out the cars belonged to anglers … none of whom were using “our spot.” We set up our portable picnic table on the gravel bar and had a delightful meal, serenaded by the gurgling Fryingpan River.

    It wasn’t quite 1:30p when we found ourselves driving through historic downtown Carbondale. The place was surprisingly dead and we thought for a minute about wandering around for a bit. But then changed our minds as it was so darn hot.

    Instead, we drove to Redstone — about 10 miles south of the KOA. The village was established in the late 19th century by industrialist John Cleveland Osgood as part of a coal mining enterprise. Today, it is a census-designated place in Pitkin County and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

    The big draw here is the Cleveholm Manor, which is commonly referred to as Redstone Castle. The Tudor style manor is now a hotel. During “normal times,” tours are offered, but in these COVID times, only private tours are available — 4 people for $150. No thank you.

    We did eventually wander over to check out Redstone, but first, we parked across the road to take a look at the historic coke ovens that are lined up like soldiers … one after another .. shoulder to shoulder.

    The ovens were built in 1899 by Colorado Fuel and Iron. They were used to “coke” (or refine) the coal mined from Colorado’s Coal Basin. Once the coke was ready, it was then shipped to the Colorado Fuel and Iron facility in Pueblo, Colorado to make steel, much of which was used for building the locomotives, steel rails, and barbed wire that settled the American West.

    During the heyday of the coking operations, there were some 200 beehive ovens … made of stone and covered by earth. Today, 90 or so ovens remain … some in better shape than others. Not much to see really, but we walked up and down the length of the ovens to take a couple of snapshots. On the far end, we stopped at a monument — consisting of mine roof support shields — dedicated to the miners of Coal Basin.

    From the ovens, we crossed the road, intending to wander down the main street of Redstone, which is lined with a series of shops selling tourist trinkets and such. The historic Redstone Inn was way too crowded, so we took a pass on checking it out and walked in the opposite direction. We didn’t get far as it was just too hot under the sun.

    Mui went back to get the car while I continued a bit further. Here I found a gem in the form of the Redstone Church. The building itself is nothing special, but in the chapel on the second floor I found nature-inspired stained glass windows … beautiful.

    We were back at the Cruiser by 3:00p. Mui’s plan was to take a nap. My plan was to sit on the patio and catch up on the journal. Mui’s plan went off without a hitch. My plan worked out partially. I got my writing done. But I had to settle for doing it indoors as the grey clouds overhead portended rain.

    In fact, not more than ½-hour after we got home, it started to pitter-patter on the roof. Big plopping drops. Eventually, the sound of the rain tapered off … only to resume in short spurts. No patio time for us today.

    After dinner, we settled down to watch a docudrama titled “Shackleton’s Captain.” A well-done depiction of Captain Worsley, whom I credit with playing a huge role in saving the crew of the Endurance. (If you are not familiar with this fascinating saga of Antarctic exploration, this Wikipedia article will get you started … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperial_Trans-An….)

    We have another long outing planned for tomorrow. Whether we do the whole 205-mile loop or just do a portion as an in-out drive is TBD. We’ll play it by ear.
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  • Crystal River KOA Camping ... Day 4

    July 5, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    With plans to do at least part of the West Elk Loop Scenic and Historic Byway today, we wanted to get out early since the drive is some 205 miles long. We didn't quite manage the 8:30a departure ... though 9:00a is not bad, I guess.

    In the end, we did more than 205 miles, even though we bypassed most of the loop … unintentionally. The added miles were due to the detour we took to check-out a town named Marble. It was one of the best parts of our day, so well worth the extra miles.

    As we began the drive on CO-133, we stopped in Redstone even though we went there yesterday. I was hoping to get a glimpse — if not a photo — of Cleveholm Manor … aka Redstone Castle. No can do on that. There was a big sign at the gate indicating entry to the driveway was only for those with reservations. We obeyed the instructions.

    Back on CO-133, we had not driven far when we came upon a sign for the Hays Creek Falls. Figuring it would be a good opportunity to stretch our legs, we parked the car roadside and headed up the dirt path. We didn’t walk far. The waterfall — a small one at that — was right there. After clambering over a couple of rocks to cross the outflow for a photo op, we returned to the car to continue driving.

    I had downloaded a tourist map of sorts that showed the towns along our route. Alas, it was on the laptop. And the laptop was back in the Cruiser. So, we programmed the town of Marble into the GPS as we remembered it being mentioned in the description of the byway. Turns out that getting to the town required an in-out detour ... about 5 miles each way.

    Marble is home to the quarry that supplied the stone used to build the Lincoln Memorial in DC and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington Cemetery. It’s a cute town set in a heavily forested area. We stopped at a gallery to check out some marble carvings in the yard, visited the site of the old marble mill, and drove around Beaver Lake with beautiful reflections of the tree-clad mountains.

    On the town map was a site marked Crystal Mill. It looked interesting and scenic, but the 6-mile one-way drive required a 4x4 drive vehicle. At first, the road looked like it would be OK for our high-clearance CR-V, but soon it became apparent that we'd be in trouble if we continued. So we regretfully had to take a pass on checking it out.

    The highlight of this detour was Island Lake, which we came upon by happenstance. I think this body of water falls more into the pond category, but I won’t quibble. The flat calm surface provided a perfect mirror for the surrounding scenery. We were so entranced that Mui even brought out the tripod for his Samsung phone so we could take a “couple’s shot.”

    Once we backtracked to CO-133, we began the climb up to McClure Pass. At only 8,755 feet, the pass is not all that high really, but the scenery along the way is beautiful. With all the aspen groves along the way, it would be a lovely drive in the fall … but crowded, I bet.

    As we approached the Paonia Reservoir, signs indicated two routes for the byway … one of which went in the direction of Crested Butte and Gunnison. Since we hope to do a separate trip to Gunnison and the Black Canyon, we took the other fork in the road. That in and of itself was not a mistake. Turning north instead of South from Hotchkiss was the error we made. Note to self ... remember to put downloaded maps and directions on the iPad!

    There were two good things that came out of our mistake IMHO. For one thing, we know what part of Colorado not to return to since there is absolutely nothing that appealed to us along part of our route … not the scenery, not the small towns. That said, we thank Cedaredge for providing picnic shelters that afforded much-needed shade on this hot day.

    Secondly, we ended up driving the Grand Mesa Scenic Byway to get back to I-70 in order to return to Carbondale. The byway is a lovely drive, with considerable elevation gain, so the scenery amongst the fir trees and aspen groves was very much to our liking … as was the cooler, comfortable temps.

    A stop at Cobbett Lake in the Grand Mesa National Forest gave us the highlight of our afternoon. Too bad the lake was closer to the tail end of our drive as it would have been a delightful place to have a picnic lunch. Nonetheless, we enjoyed stretching our legs and checking out the reflections on the water.

    Once on I-70E, we made good time … flying along with what little traffic there was. That came as a surprise since the worker-bees should have been heading home. Tomorrow’s a workday after all. We were just lucky I guess. Until, that is, we got within a mile or so of the Glenwood Springs exit. Whoa Nelly! There was a long back up of vehicles ... from an accident I presume. I’m just glad we didn’t have far to go before we were able to leave the traffic mess behind.

    Topping off the CR-V’s tank in Glenwood Springs, we were back at our site by 5:00p. It’s now a little after 8:00p. We ate our dinner al fresco, and I’ve stayed out on the patio to write this entry. Unfortunately, the air has chilled considerably, so it’s time to collect my stuff and head indoors. Maybe we’ll watch another one of the movies I downloaded from Netflix and Amazon Prime Video.

    Tomorrow we head home.
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  • Another Camping Trip Wraps Up

    July 6, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 81 °F

    I slept in a bit this morning … it was past 6:30a when I rolled out of bed. Mui had been up since 6:00a and was sipping his morning coffee. It was only 53F outside, so breakfast was once again at the dinette indoors.

    Check-out from the KOA was at 11:00a, so we took our time breaking camp. Even then, we were out of our site at 9:00a. Twenty minutes later, tanks dumped and the toad hooked up, we were ready to begin the trek back home.

    There was no traffic to speak of as we drove up CO-133 to Carbondale, and then along CO-82 to Glenwood Springs. The construction area on I-70 where the traffic is two-way was stop-and-go for a bit, but our eastbound direction fared much better than the vehicles heading west. Soon, we were flying down the interstate at just under the speed limit. There was more traffic than I expected, but it flowed, so no complaints.

    Except for a couple of rest breaks for Mui, we did not make any real stops until we got to Dillon Reservoir. At a scenic overlook off I-70, we stopped for lunch. The lovely scenery once again made me think about looking for a camping rez there. Alas, except for a night here, a night there, the campground is booked solid.

    By 1:00p, we were back on the road. Instead of taking I-25S through Denver, this time we took Exit 260 to CO-470, connecting to US-85, CO-67, and CO-105. All back roads that we’ve driven before in the CR-V … smoother pavement, better views. Traffic was nil, but of course, the two-way roads meant slower speed. No problem … we were in no hurry. Surprisingly, at 235 miles, this route was a couple of miles shorter than the route we followed on our outbound drive.

    By 3:30p we were at the storage place. We unhooked the CR-V, loaded up the essentials, locked up the Cruiser, and headed home … arriving at 4:00p. We were glad to see it was only 85F, with a cool breeze mitigating the heat. If the forecasters are to be believed, the temp will be rising into the mid-90F range for the rest of the week. But it’s a dry heat … so we’ll survive.

    We’ll be home for six days — busy ones with several appointments — before we head south for our next camping trip. I’m keeping fingers crossed for a bit of a lull in the high temps so we can get out and do some hiking. If not … well, we’ll have to wait and see.

    By the way ... all of the photos from the trip are uploaded to my online gallery ... https://eenusa.smugmug.com/PhxCrzr/CO-Day-Short….
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  • Camping @ Lathrop State Park

    July 12, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 84 °F

    We’re out camping again ... after a busy six days of appointments, errands, and prep work for this 5-day trip. This time we headed south from Colorado Springs to Lathrop State Park, which is about 3 miles from Walsenburg, Colorado.

    Hopefully we won’t regret this outing. The temperature forecast is in the mid- to high-90F range for the duration of our stay. That may well put the kibosh on the outdoor activities that we were looking forward to enjoying. But at least we should have comfy temps in the mornings and late evenings so we can sit out for a bit and maybe have an al fresco meal or two.

    We left the house just before 10:00a to pick up the Cruiser from storage. Twenty minutes later, we were on the road, following CO-21 and US-24 to hook up with I-25S. There was more traffic than we expected on a Sunday morning, but it was flowing, so no problem. About an hour into our drive, we ran into a short-lived rain shower that dropped the temp from about 85F to 69F, but the temperature rebounded within minutes and kept climbing.

    Around 12:30p — with some 110 miles under our belt — we pulled into Lathrop State Park. Donning our face masks, we went into the visitor center to check in. Only three visitors are allowed inside at any one time. Luckily, there was only one other person ahead of us, so we didn’t have to wait around to complete the formalities.

    The landscape at Lathrop, which is the oldest park in Colorado’s state park system — dating back to 1962 — is one of pinyon-juniper. I’m not a particular fan … especially not after being up in the majestic Rockies just last week. It would have been nice to get a site that has a view of the Spanish Peaks, but our selection of camping locations this summer is being driven by availability rather than personal preference. It is what it is and we’ll make the best of it.

    We are in site 93 in the Piñon Campground. NO FHUs here. We’re especially glad we managed to snag one of the electric-only sites as we are definitely going to need to run the A/C quite a bit on this trip. The site is spacious … plenty of distance between us and our neighbors … nothing but grasses and trees on the patio side of the site. I do like that ... wide open space.

    The one downside? No shade trees at this site. We’re keeping fingers crossed that the winds that are known to plague the area will be light enough that we can deploy the awning to make our own shade. And a beneficial rain shower or two — like the one that came through late this afternoon — to cool things down would not go amiss.

    Not sure what we will be doing during our stay here. There is a hike within the park and a walk around Martin Lake, one of the two bodies of water in the park. We might manage those if we can get out early enough. We did the Highway of Legends when we stayed at Trinidad Lake State Park in 2015, so that’s out. There are a couple of other drives we’re considering, including one to Great Sand Dunes National Park. I guess we’ll just play it by ear.
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  • Lathrop SP D2 ... Cuerno Verde Trail

    July 13, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 90 °F

    This day included walking … and driving. This day included very hot temps … and quite cool temps. This day included sunshine … and rain accompanied by clouds. This day included low elevations — 6,440 feet … and it included high elevations — 11,743 feet. In other words, it was a day of contrasting experiences.

    I’m going to split the story of our day into two footprints. Here’s part I.

    With high temps forecasted, we headed out for a walk bright and early — around 6:30a … well before breakfast. To get to the trailhead, we drove down to Lake Martin, the smaller of the two lakes at Lathrop SP.

    Why drive? So as not to waste time and lose the precious cool morning temps. It was 69F … quite comfortable. A light breeze accompanied us as we set off on the Cuerno Verde Trail, which rims Lake Martin. That clouds filtered the sun’s rays was a blessing as they delayed the oppressive heat

    The concrete trail, which is at 6,440 feet elevation, is flat and easy. Just what we needed. The Spanish Peaks were clearly visible in the distance … as were several other mountains that I identified using the PeakFinder app on my phone. We stopped frequently at first to take photos, detouring down paths to the edge of the water or to check out the many picnic shelters placed strategically along the shoreline. Eventually, our stops became fewer and shorter until finally, we were maintaining a steady pace as we made our way around the 3-mile long trail.

    By the time we were half-way around, the clouds had parted to reveal the sun. The temperature rose quickly … humidity along with it. It wasn’t too uncomfortable … just noticeable. Near the boat ramp, we found the swim beach where the trees were mirrored on the calm surface of the water. Neither one of us is a “lake swimmer” so we kept going after a brief photoshoot involving the only critters we saw this morning ... Canada geese.

    We returned to the Cruiser around 8:00a. The temp was now almost 80F. With no shade on the patio, we had to eat indoors. During breakfast, we discussed our plans for the rest of the day. If we’d been in the Phaeton, we likely would have stayed put. But the Cruiser does not encourage sitting idly inside. So, around 10:15a, we headed out for a drive.
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  • Lathrop SP D2 ... Hwy of Legends

    July 13, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 90 °F

    This is part II of our second day @ Lathrop State Park ...

    So, who was it that said the Highway of Legends Scenic and Historic Byway (aka CO-12) was not a consideration on this trip because we had driven it in 2015? Oh yes, that would be me. Well, I should have known better because that’s exactly what we did today — with some adaptations — to escape the heat at Lathrop SP. That we had not driven the spur road off CO-12 last time was an incentive as well.

    (Photos from the 2015 drive are at this link: https://eenusa.smugmug.com/WeGoA-Rollin/Fulltim….)

    When we stayed at Trinidad Lake SP in 2015, we did CO-12 in its entirety from south to north. Parts of the road impressed. Parts did not. The scenery was wonderful … interesting geologic formations, green clad valleys and mountains, blue lakes. The towns, however, seemed mostly deserted … in many cases, little left of their original charm. Our past experience, allowed us to focus on the best parts of the top loop, this time heading from north to south.

    Once we left Lathrop SP, we programmed La Veta to get us going in the right direction. Once we got there, staying on CO-12 was all we needed to ensure we were driving on the byway.

    The first few stops were at some rock formations — Profile Rock and Devil’s Stairsteps — for quick photo ops. Both of these “walls” are known as radial dikes in geology-speak. They apparently fan out from the Spanish Peaks like so many spokes of a wheel.

    The only town-stop we made was in Cuchara, a tiny unincorporated community that is situated on the eastern slopes of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Its name is Spanish for “spoon” … which I later learned is in reference to the shape of the valley it is situated in. Alas, the place was overrun by visitors, so we didn’t get out to wander around.

    As we began to climb into the mountains, we opened the windows of the CR-V and enjoyed the much cooler air. At the sign pointing to Blue Lake in the San Isabel National Forest, we decided to take the detour … even though we’d already visited it in 2015. The dirt road wasn’t the smoothest, and the dust sure did a number on the recently washed CR-V … but it was worth it.

    The area has a number of lakes … most accessible by trails … two easily reached just off the road. There were quite a few vehicles at Blue Lake … most belonging to anglers that had their hooks in the water. All were well spaced out along the rim of the lake. The remaining cars belonged to people like us, stopping by for a quick look see. We walked a short distance along the path circling the lake and found a high point from which to take a few photos. That most people weren’t wandering in this direction was an added bonus.

    Instead of retracing our way back from Blue Lake to CO-12, we decided to continue up the forest service road to Bear Lake. To get to this lake from the parking lot, we had to walk through the forest for a bit, stepping off frequently to let others pass us on the narrow path. But it was worth it. Alas, by this time, the blue skies were clouded over, so I don’t think we got to see the landscape in its full glory.

    On the way back to CO-12, we found the spot overlooking Cucharas Creek where we had a picnic lunch in 2015, so we decided to eat there again. On that occasion, we ate our sandwiches in the car, watching the creek through the windshield. Why? Maybe because it was raining … maybe because it was chilly … or maybe because there were too many bugs. I don’t remember the reason.

    This time, we found a flat spot along the creek and set up our portable picnic table. The temp was delightfully cool … almost jacket-wearing-weather. Overhead, the sky had grown quite gray but it looked like the rain would hold off for a bit even though we could hear the occasional distant thunder. The water rushing over the rocks in small cataracts made for a nice gurgling symphony to accompany our meal.

    We had just resumed our drive when a few raindrops fell … and then stopped. This cycle repeated in a few other spots on CO-12, but it was hardly worth using the windshield wipers. We continued up to Cuchara Pass — at 9,941 feet and from here we detoured onto CR-46, the county road that is a byway spur that connects to I-25 via the higher Cordova Pass at an elevation of 11,743 feet.

    I imagine that the scenery along the spur and across the valley is especially amazing in the fall when the aspens have turned color. It was still quite delightful today … though the overcast skies and veil of haze from the humidity did not encourage me to take photos. Nonetheless, we both enjoyed the quite curvy 35-mile drive even if it was gravel and dirt … bumpy enough in places that we were glad we were in a high-clearance vehicle.

    Once we got on I-25N, we had about a 30-minute drive back to Walsenburg. In town, we stopped to photograph a few murals, picked up some ice cream from the local Safeway, and washed the car to rid it of the dust that encrusted it. Then, we drove back to the Cruiser, arriving around 4:30p.

    Alas, our plans for an al fresco meal at the site fell through … not just because of the brutal sun, but also because the wind was blowing up a dust storm. At least we got to sit out for a bit after nightfall, so that’s something to be grateful for.

    We have another drive planned for tomorrow as the high is forecasted to reach 94F.
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  • Lathrop SP D3 ... Great Sand Dunes NP&P

    July 14, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 75 °F

    Part II of today’s story finds us visiting a sandy playground.
    
The Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve — the tallest dunes in North America — are only about 11% percent of a 330-sq mile deposit of sand. If not for the interaction of sand, water, and wind we would not have these dunes. At least that’s the gist of what I got from one of the info panels at the visitor center. The development of the dunes was summarized in three bullet points:

    * Erosion took place in the mountains [in this case, the Sangre de Cristos and the San Juans]

    * Streams brought sand to the valley to form deposits in the flood plain [dry this time of the year]

    * Surface winds were guided to Music, Medano, and Mosca Passes by a bend in the Sangre de Cristos, creating a pocket to deposit sand

    The main dune field is apparently not growing because it lacks new sand. Vegetation in the surrounding area has stabilized the sand sheet. That said, the dunes in the forefront, near Medano Creek, can grow because the creek brings sand to that area … sand that we had to walk across before we could reach the dunes.

    Great Sand Dunes boasts high elevations and cooler temps. It did not disappoint. When I checked the Weather Channel later, the high at GSD was 84F … 10 degrees cooler than it was at Lathrop SP… and probably even cooler since we were there early and left well before the day’s high was reached.

    So, that’s the general info … now for the story of our visit.

    Before entering the park — which is 19 miles from the US-160 turn-off — we pulled into a parking lot near the Great Sand Dunes Lodge for a distant photo of the dunes. Seeing a long line of people at one of the buildings, I asked a maintenance person if people were waiting to go inside for breakfast. She laughed and said that they were probably queuing up to rent sand boards and sleds. That did it. We quickly got back on the road and headed to the park entrance kiosk.

    Showing our America the Beautiful Lifetime Senior Pass — yes, it does pay to grow old 🤣 — we stopped at the gate just long enough to pick up a map and an informative news sheet. There was a crowd at the visitor center, so we skipped it going in. Not sure what all those people were doing there since the VC is not open at present due to COVID-19. Though I later found out that the gift shop is open ... sort of ... with a staffer standing in the door and shoppers telling her the number of the item they want to buy. Anyway, we continued on to the parking lot that is the main access point for the dunes.

    There were quite a few vehicles in the parking lot, but plenty of empty spaces at that early hour. That would change by the time we returned from our walk. We took a spot at the far edge of the lot, collected our hats and water, and headed off to explore the dunes. Everyone seemed to be making a beeline towards High Dune (699 feet tall), where there were already a number of people hiking up … looking like ants scurrying about on a hill.

    To avoid the crowd, we headed to the right where only a few people were already wandering around on the dunes. By the time we crossed the flood plain — dry during this season — those people were already well on their way up.

    Mui and I played around the empty dunes for a while, trying to slide — unsuccessfully — down one of the dunes to get back down. The good news? The sand doesn’t stick to you and a quick brush with our hands was all we needed to clean ourselves up. By this time, the sun had come out, but the temp still felt comfortable … if a bit humid.

    Making our way back to the parking lot, we discussed returning later in the season to camp at the only campground within the park in order to enjoy the dunes in the early morning and evening. So, next we headed to the only campground to check out the sites. Dry camping … but will do nicely for a short stay.

    By the time we left the campground, we were ready for lunch. We debated taking our portable picnic table out to the flood plain to have lunch in sight of the dunes. But the soft surface would just cause the table to sink, so we decided to try a spot at the head of the Medano Pass Primitive Road. Alas, the place stunk to high heaven due to piles of horse doo-doo left behind by an equestrian tour. With nowhere else that would have been suitable for an al fresco meal, we left the park.

    Mui had spotted a road sign for what he thought was the San Luis Lakes State Park, so we headed there for lunch. Turns out that it was actually a state wildlife area, though the only critters we saw were a few small birds ... at a distance. We did find, however, picnic shelters with views of the lake in the near distance and the Great Sand Dunes and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in the far distance. Perfect.

    Even though the water in the lake was obviously much lower than it should be, we enjoyed the view as we ate our simple meal. The only other people around were a group of three women and a young girl who went swimming in the lake … though they did have to walk a considerable distance from shore in the water before they reached a depth that allowed them to immerse themselves. A few other cars came in for a look-see but didn’t stick around, so we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Nice.

    After lunch … but that’s for part III of today’s story …
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  • Lathrop SP D3 ... A Shrine in San Luis

    July 14, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 66 °F

    This footprint serves as part III of the story of our third day of camping at Lathrop State Park. It covers a detour we made to our return route …

    Leaving the San Luis Lakes State Wildlife Area, where we enjoyed an al fresco lunch, we headed back to the US-160 junction. Instead of turning left, however, we turned right. The plan was to drive another 20 miles or so to check out Alamosa.

    Essentially, our goal was to see if this part of Colorado would entice us to return with the Cruiser to do some camping. The short answer? No, we would not camp in that particular area. But we might do an overnight on our way to more interesting places further west.

    The drive was not without its rewards … one that we came upon by happenstance when we made another change to our route back home. It all came about because we did not want to be stuck in the long line of backed up traffic due to a construction delay in the outbound lanes leaving Alamosa.

    We ended up using US-285 / CO-142 / CO-159 … making a sort of square loop to get back to US-160E. The scenery wasn’t particularly exciting, but there was no traffic and it was rather peaceful. The bonus? This route took us through the town of San Luis.

    Founded in 1851, and at one time known as San Luis de la Culebra, this small settlement claims to be the oldest continuously occupied town in Colorado. Nearing San Luis, we spied a building sitting atop a mesa that reminded me of the Spanish missions of olden days. Aha! It was the Shrine of the Stations of the Cross, which I’d seen a photo of awhile back.

    Dedicated in 1990, the shrine was built by the parishioners of the region. Officially, it is known as “La Mesa de Piedad y de la Misericordia” [The Hill of Piety and Mercy]. On the grounds is a series of meditation spots with ¾- to life-size bronze sculptures by Hubert Maestas that depict the Stations of the Cross. From what I have since read, the first edition maquettes of these Stations of the Cross are now in the permanent collection of the Vatican.

    We stopped to ask one of the locals for directions. He told us that we could hike up (less than a mile), or drive out of town about a mile to the Stations of the Cross Road in order to access the shrine. If not for the gathering storm clouds, we would have hiked up for some exercise. But in this case, we opted to drive up.

    The shrine is very photogenic and has a very peaceful setting where it overlooks the valley below. We wandered around the grounds for a bit so I could take photographs. I had no expectation of being able to go inside. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, so we were able to check out the simple interior.

    With storm clouds brewing overhead, we didn’t dally long. As it is, we hit a couple of sprinkles and one downpour once we were back on the road. Nothing to delay us on our trip back to Lathrop SP.

    We arrived at our site just before 5:00p to find the temperature down to 80F … reasonably comfy, especially since the clouds were obscuring the sun. That did not last long, however. As soon as the sun peeked out again, the temperature quickly started to rise. As did the wind speeds. No patio time for us tonight.
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