-Dave Barry
This Memorial Day weekend Steve and I went camping on Cache de la Poudre (hiding place for gunpowder is the translation) - called by locals and those in the know "The Pooder" - River. The Poudre is a beautiful, raging river that is favored by flyfisherpeople, kayakers and rafters. You feel like you are heading deep into cowboy country - perhaps even at risk of an Indian ambush - as you ascend the canyon. Campgrounds line the river and at around the fifth one up we lucked out with a riverside space. Yay!
The National Forest Service has a camp host program that employs retired seniors. Steve and I will firmly attest that the toilets were as clean as at home...honestly, cleaner and everything else was ship shape, smiles and helpfulness.
Sunsets are generally nonexistent around Boulder, but for some reason they were stellar here.
We relaxed, the campfire and river roared, and we awoke to a dewy tent (a la Dave Barry quote) and broke camp early to escape threatening clouds.
On Monday, we drove to Red Feather Lakes through pea soup fog and marveled at the different topography found that far north in Colorado.
Breathtaking landscape in "The Narrows" of Poudre Canyon.
The Hobbitat - a habitat for hobbits like us - and Steve can stand in it. Pretty cool, eh?
A Hobbitat with a View
This Bud's for you, Claire. Christmas gift in action, including patriotic, Memorial Day-esque theme. Thanks!
Me
Steve's "one-match" fire
Me reading by the campfire (just kidding, it's Steve)
1,000 words unnecessary
Mesa on the way to Red Feather Lakes
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