I’m back from camping for six days in the Roosevelt National Forest in Colorado. I loved it there! And I have so much to show and tell! But I’m going to skip right away to the best part of the trip.
We took a bit of a hike with Lilly and the Brew Babes. I was a little worried that Java was never going to leave Sue’s side.
Our time together was way too brief but I feel very fortunate that Sue, Roxanne, and Lilly were able to get away for awhile and spend some time with this Minnesota girl. Can you tell how happy it made me?
The drive to Colorado was a long one for the Brew Babes (well, and for us humans too). The girls had a nice hammock in the back seat and were clipped to the seat belts so they couldn’t get too crazy back there. Yeah, they got a bit bored. But Latte entertained herself by practicing rolling her tongue.
While Java wondered why Latte was on her side of the seat. Can you see the bubble above Java’s head saying, “Mom! She’s touching me!”
We saw so many lovely sites on the way to Colorado. For example, there was the Dismal River.
I have to point out that the Dismal River looked like this on one side of the bridge. We weren’t quite sure about the cause of the bubbling in the lower right corner of the photo.
But the river looked like this on the other side of the bridge, where the sun glittered on the water and the birds swooped gracefully through the air catching river bugs.
Don’t make me go into some philosophical rambling about how much like life that is, you know, how things can look dismal or radiant, depending on how much light you can shine on the situation?
I think this boat was trying to find its way to Dismal River. Don’t you?
On the drive, I passed the time by trying to take photos of the clouds out the truck window. Most of the resulting blurry, bug spattered windshield, glare photos are now in my computer trash basket but a few were worth keeping.
Then there was the drive by the modern windmills, the ones that help generate electricity.
And the windmills that pump water, mainly to livestock that grazed in the pastures.
[On a side note, if you’ve ever driven by a feedlot, you will never, ever eat your standard grocery store beef again. No photos as we had to close the vents and speed by as quickly as possible.]
We spent our first night at the Best Western in Murdo, South Dakota.
This was also where our last shower for the week occurred. There were still the spit and shine wash downs in the tent overhang thingy majig so we weren’t totally disgusting.
I sure wish we’d been at the Rusty Spur on May 14th so we could have seen Johnny Lunch Meat.
And too bad we had the dogs or we could have gone inside for karoake and played some beer pong.
And if we’d only seen this place first, we definitely would have stayed there instead of the BW.
That’s it for now. I have about a billion photos to go through. Don’t worry, I won’t post all of them but the next post, I’ll show highlights of our first day of hiking. Believe me, walking the dogs around where I live will never be the same. I so miss the challenge and beauty of the mountain trails and I’m sure the Brew Babes do too.