We have been on the road again for the last three days. To be honest, I would prefer spending more time in one place than this constant moving. When we first departed from New Jersey, we planned to take two weeks to get to Colorado. It was exciting, even though we only stayed one or two nights at each stop along the way. It was the beginning of our journey after all. Once we arrived in Estes Park, CO, we moved about but only after three or five nights at each location. So, now we are back on the rush wagon even though we are retired and don’t have to be. Confusing to say the least.
In order to get from Estes Park to Durango, our next destination, we have to travel over several passes. Our Tacoma is feeling the pressure of these high climbs while pulling the trailer. At best, our speed going up is about 25 miles per hour, and we keep repeating the words from a famous children’s book, “I think I can, I think I can…” It hasn’t let us down yet, however, we did run into trouble just outside of Telluride. I will come back to that in a moment.
When we got to Pancha Springs at about 6:00 p.m. on Sunday, it was a warm 76 degrees. We set up camp at the Heart of the Rockies Campground, a small open area with a full hook up. We did several loads of laundry and I got caught up on my blogging. In the morning, the temperature was in the low 50’s, a nice reprieve after the previous cold mornings.
Scott was able to capture a beautiful sunset. These are the only two pictures we took at this short-lived campground.
On Monday, we traveled again a few more hours towards Gunnison, CO, and found a very private, stunning location about five miles up a dirt road near a babbling brook to set up camp.
Here is the view from the kitchen window.
There was even a spot about 30 feet from the stream for our hammocks.
After setting up camp, we set out for a hike on a tall, grassy path along the stream. We were wearing shorts, so it felt like someone was tickling your legs. The temperature was quite pleasant in the mid 70’s. It wasn’t long before we came across bear scat, and suddenly my breathing became labored and I was wheezing and coughing. We think that my asthma is magnified when I am nervous. Great. We turned around and returned to the trailer. Scott turned on the generator and I used my nebulizer. My breathing returned to normal and the coughing and wheezing stopped. Soon after, we set up the mats for a yoga session, made dinner, and reviewed our expenses so far. We are over budget and need to be conscious of all spending. We also don’t know how expensive it will be during the winter months when we will need full hook ups and in some places will have to pay more for electricity. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep. Between the bear and the budget, my mind was in overdrive.
Although this was aesthetically the nicest location we have camped at so far, there was really nothing to do. The hiking was mostly bush whacking, and I am just not comfortable with that type of hiking, especially after seeing the scat. I enjoy marked trails and meeting people along the way. There were no biking trails, and riding along the dusty dirt road was not enticing. That evening, it took me a long time to get to sleep. I was out cold in the early morning when Scott left to take a hike. I woke up to a quiet trailer, but knew that he must have gone hiking. It was another chilly morning, high 40’s to low 50’s. Scott started his hike with three top layers on, and halfway to the top, he was down to his t-shirt.
We bid farewell to our lonely, dream site, and we were on the road again. We weren’t sure just how far we would travel today but we knew that we had to find a truck wash to clean our dirty home.