Ridgway

Our stay at Cherry Creek concluded, we hooked up and made our escape from Gridlock Gulch. We took the backway out of Aurora, headed south through Parker, which has a stoplight at every corner which always turn red when we approach and on down Colorado 83 to Colorado Springs. From there, it’s into the mountains, though South Park and then over Monarch Pass where snow was falling.

Down the other side, we passed an Amazon truck. Is this why two-day Prime delivery takes a week in the Grand Valley?

We drove through Gunnison and out past Blue Mesa Reservoir, where the water level was down significantly.

A bunch of miles and a couple of turns later, we made it to our campsite in Ridgway State Park, one of our Colorado favorites. We got the trailer set up before the rain started and had an enjoyable evening, dining on a microwave popcorn dinner in our warm and dry “cabin on wheels.”

On our first full day at Ridgway State Park, Dianne drove into Montrose to visit some friends who had to leave the park early. I hung out at the campground, writing a rough draft of our Jackson Lake stay for my Colorado Life camping column.

On our second full day at Ridgway, we did a little hike down to a trail below the dam where there are some fishing ponds.

We hiked around the ponds…

…to a set of nicely secluded walk-in tent sites.

Continuing down the trail, we reached a dead-end fence near the base of the dam.

We bushwacked our way back to where the lower section of the trail followed the river (we apparently missed a turnoff), passing some anglers fly “fishing” in the tailwaters. I didn’t see any of them “catching” in the tailwaters.

The group camping area we passed on our way out was infested with a swarm of fourth graders from Glenwood Springs. They appeared to be having a good time. I’m envious. We never got to do anything like this when I was in the fourth grade.

On Thursday, we drove a dozen miles down to Ouray and hiked a short section of the Ouray Perimeter Trail…

Our route began near the hot springs…

…and ultimately ended at the Ouray Brewery.

Along the way, we enjoyed lofty views of this self-proclaimed “Switzerland of America.”

We took a long photo break at the towering Cascade Falls, our turn down to town point…

…before heading to the Ouray Brewery for burgers and brews.

As always, we were careful about where we parked.

Cherry Creek

The second park on our three state park expedition is Cherry Creek, which lies on the eastern side of the Gridlock Gulch (Denver) metropolitan area.

Cherry Creek offers an oasis of nature-made sanity surrounded by a man-made jungle of urban chaos.

Cherry Creek is an old favorite of ours. Our former home…

…was only five miles from here (front yard looked nicer when we lived here). While we seldom camped there, we frequently took advantage of the biking trails that cut through the park.

Our goal for stopping at Cherry Creek was to meet up with four of our long-time camping buddies who still reside in the Gulch. We arrived at the park on Friday afternoon, set up camp…

…and then met two of our buds for dinner at The Perfect Landing, one of our favorite Denver-area restaurants.

The one thing I found annoying at Cherry Creek was that at this state park, the restrooms require a five-digit secret code to enter.

It didn’t used to be that way back in the good old days when we’d stop in for a pee break on our bike trips.

On Saturday afternoon, all four of our camping buddies stopped by our campsite for a lunch featuring hamburgers…

…grilled on our trailer-side grill.

Sunday, Dianne got to attend services at her former church, saying hello to dozens of old friends.

Back in camp, it rained in the early afternoon, leaving the grass wet and puddles in the street.

When the rain stopped, we went over to the dam side of the park…

And looked out on anglers fishing. (We did not see any anglers catching, however.)

Driving out of the park to refill the truck with fuel, I began to think about…

…what I truly miss about living in Gridlock Gulch (besides goggle-wearing dogs). The answer was…

This return to the Denver area once again confirms every one of the reasons why we left.

Tomorrow, we’ll hook up the trailer and flee back to the Western Slope – the canyon-side of the Rockies.

Jackson Lake

The first of three state parks we’re visiting on this camping trip is Jackson Lake, which lies north of Fort Morgan, about 100 miles northeast of Denver. We will be camping with some of our old A-frame trailer friends at the Lakeview Campground.

We had a nice, lakeside site with an electrical hookup and a nearby water spigot, which we could use to fill our trailer’s 50-gallon freshwater tank.

Jackson Lake is a good place to observe birds. We found them in the trees…

…in the air…

…on the water…

…along the shore…

…and in the grass.

And then there was the whirlybird used by firefighters training for helicopter water drops. The chopper would fly across the lake and drop it’s sucker hose into the water, filling the tank under the helicopter body.

Then they would circle around and drop their load along the far shoreline…

…away from any motorboaters…

…and anglers on the water.

On our four-night stay, we were treated to some colorful sunsets…

…and starry nights.

Jackson Lake served as a good start to our trio of state parks camping trip.

Steamboat Springs

Around midday, we’re finally hooked up and on the road heading east. Our goal is Jackson Lake State Park, which is located on the Kansas side of the mountains. The most direct route there would be through Gridlock Gulch (Denver), but being Western Slope folks, we try to avoid Denver whenever possible.

Our route to the level lands will take us through Steamboat Springs, with an overnight stay at the Steamboat Springs KOA.

We had a nice, shady, full-hookup site, complete with adirondack chairs circling a circular table.

The Yampa River cuts through the center of the RV park, with KOA Kabins along the waterway.

I’ve thought that doing a cross-country trip in the Subaru with every night spent bunking in RV park cabins could be fun, but the price to rent one of these for the night can be more than a typical Super 8 Motel room, and most of the cabins lack bathrooms. So we’ll keep towing our trailer.