proof that you should never give up on your dreams: this camping spot.
A few weeks ago, Amy and I wanted to go camping, but it was a weekend, and we hadn’t planned ahead, and we didn’t want to go very far, and we didn’t have the appropriate gear to do any hiking/backpacking, and basically every campsite in the entire western United States was booked up. The weather was perfect and Coloradans love to camp. We got it. We understood.
Our solution was to head up to Roosevelt National Forest, and drive around until we found a spot where we could camp. There are few rules regarding camping in a national forest, but most areas were fair game as long as they weren’t somebody’s private property.
So up we went to the woods, where we drove and drove and drove through rocky canyons and winding mountain roads, and could not find ONE place that even resembled what looked like a good camping spot. Finally, after accidentally driving to Estes Park along some weird country backroads, we decided to turn around back toward Loveland, and if we couldn’t find anything this time, we’d give up and go back home.
And THAT’S when we discovered the most amazing spot to camp in the universe.
The spot! ^^^ On some whim, we turned right onto a gravely, dusty road near Drake, Colorado – a town of approximately 4 buildings and 2-ish roads total – just to see what we could see. Again, we drove and drove and drove for about 30 minutes before we got to close to the top of this small mountain. We saw 2 or 3 cars pulled over along the way – some people enjoying the views, I assumed – before finally coming upon the SPOT. I maneuvered Viv, my poor little abused Honda Civic, over some small rocks and grass, and we were home for the night.
Viv, the trooper
There was a ban on open fires, but the wine we brought warmed us up enough
The view facing south
Watching the sunset behind Longs Peak and the Rocky Mountains
That night was really nice and relaxing. We just sat around the no-fire, sipped wine, ate Cheez-Its, and watched the mountains. And the sunrise when we woke up the next morning was too pretty to not try to capture – though as usual, the pictures don’t do the sight our eyeballs feasted on any justice.
Good morning, Longs Peak!
I remember driving home the next morning through the aspens and the pines just really appreciating, ya know??? Like, WOW, Colorado, good job at existing and being super magical and beautiful and peaceful and all that. You’re really good at what you do.