Today had it's Ups and Downs

Trip Start Jan 09, 2012
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Trip End Jun 04, 2012


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Boulder County RV Park

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Friday, May 18, 2012

After checking in with Lynnie and getting Sooby hooked up and all, I got out of the Eagle River country about eight-thirty.  I backtracked to Vail and then began a seriously, serious climb.  Not much flat ground in this country, I reckon.  I crested Vail Pass at 10,603 feet.  This is the longest climb that Shorty and I have made together and the highest pass that I’ve crossed since those days of yore, traveling in Switzerland.  Long ago, but not forgotten.  The mountains don’t end at Vail Pass, not by a long shot.  They continue in a vertically undulating pattern and eventually can go no more.  The tunnel lets the road progress.  It’s the Eisenhower Tunnel, at about ten-thousand five hundred feet.  I don’t know how long it is, but I’d venture a guess of at least half a mile.  The speed limit is forty-five, but I kept Shorty at a bit slower.  It’s not wide enough for a sidewalk or such.  No bicycles allowed there either.  I can understand why.


I was checkin’ the gas gauge and realized that I had less than a half of a tank.  I started looking for an easy place to exit and re-enter I-70.  I decided to pull off at Idaho Springs.  That road goes right through the center of another old mining town.  After at least a mile and a half, I noticed a semi-decrepit Sinclair station on the left.  It’s old and needs paint, but the grey-bearded attendant was friendly and let me fill up without holding my credit card for ransom.  The gas price was $3.75 a gallon, four cents cheaper than the “modern” station just next door.  I then returned to the interstate and kept an eye out for Highway 119, the turn-off for Golden Gate State Park.  I found it easily enough, but that’s when the (additional) fun started.  It’s a steady climb to the former mining town of Central City.  Then you take another dive into it’s interior.  It seems to be supported mostly by Casinos now.  There were at least four of them, some built in the old buildings of the town.  I got a bit turned-around and had to make a U-Turn down a street that sloped down at least 12 degrees.  In first gear and tapping the brakes we made it fine.  It reminded me of driving up on the Butte Hill back in the sixties.  Steep and narrow, with folks looking at me like I was a “Fine Individual.”  Back on course, we wound, again, back into the mountains in search of gold...as in Golden State.  After our share of ups and downs, we found a sign and a smooth dirt road leading to our goal.  It’s barely open.  No one greeted us at the campground office.  I picked up a “day pass” tag and a tag for a night’s camping.  The pass costs $7 a day and the overnight another $22.  Kind of steep...pun intended.


We searched the several loops and decided on a spot in Loop E.  Hardly a soul was camping and it was cold.  Plus, and a big plus, for me, there was no cellphone or data to be found.  I thought about staying one night, since I was tired, but decided to bag it and look for another campground on the way to Boulder.  I drove into and out of a couple of National Forests, but all I could find was a descending, winding road.  I drove to and through Boulder and realized that I was again confused.  I used the Hussy to guide me out of harms way.  Through the use of an app on the phone, I finally found a campground in Longmont, about twenty miles away.  I’m now at the Boulder County RV Park.  It’s at the fairgrounds and is LEVEL.  Electricity, water, hot showers and a paltry excuse for a view, all for $25 a night.  It’ll work, says I.


Since my (grand) niece is engaged this evening, I’ll get together with her tomorrow and finally meet her in person.  I’m glad the time has finally come.  It’s been a long wait for me.  She invited me over a month ago.  No pictures today.  Only those in the “theater of the mind.”  Hopefully I’ll have some for tomorrow’s epic episode.
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photodon
photodon on

Whoa... I'm tuckered out just reading about these escapades. Have fun tomorrow, Ralphie.

jerry on

I do NOT wish I were there on the edge of it all.

ralphieboyo
ralphieboyo on

Jerry, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."

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