The campsites are spread out, but there were no trees to separate one another. We were not on the water side, but we were directly across the road from the water. After we got settled, we took a walk up the road to a trail that spanned the perimeter of the large reservoir.
Later that evening, Scott took a walk back up the trail to catch some sunset pictures.
On his way back down the hill, he caught a brilliant shot of the campground. Look at those storm clouds! If you zoom in, you can spot our white truck behind our fifth wheel with the toys still attached to the back.
The temperature was over 100 degrees when we arrived early afternoon. While it did cool down a bit overnight, it was still quite warm. This was not the type of place where I wanted to hang out in mid June. It was way too hot and I missed the beauty and the summer temperature in the mountains. That evening, we watched a lighting storm. It was pretty amazing.
Even though we did get out on the water with our paddle board and kayak, we had come here for one purpose only. Scott’s dad passed away in January of 2019. He wanted to spread his dad’s remaining ashes somewhere special. Scott was born and raised in Colorado. When he was young, his dad would take him hunting in Tamarack Ranch Wildlife Area, which is not far from where we camped.
Scott recalled how they used to stop at the Ranger Office to sign in and receive a spot assigned solely to them. The office was closed, due to Covid19, but Scott seemed to think that Site 8E was the last time he was here with his dad. So, off we went in search of Site 8E. The place was deserted. There was a two-foot electrical fence that we had to climb over. I chose to stay back on the road and allow him some time alone.
The next day, we drove through Pierce, CO, so that I could see the house where Scott lived in from Grade 8 – 12. He said it looked quite different from what he remembered.
Tomorrow, we head to a KOA in Fort Collins to do laundry and catch up on chores.