Timber Creek (RMNP):$20
But who cares.
Started yesterday morning at 5am and left before six. After 1700 miles of flat cornfields, seeing the dark outline of vague mountains in the distance take form was very powerful.
Before the climb began, I took a moment to be thankful for diesel torque. Enough I-70 flatness: Time to put the TDI’s 406 lb-ft of torque to the test.
12,000ft+ elevations, 3-inch shoulders, tall sticks in place of guardrails. Should I have done some reading about this road first? Probably, but with each turn a CinemaScope panarama better than the last surprised me. I was driving on top of the world.
Overwhelmingly beautiful. It might have been the altitude sickness talking, but I found myself tearing up as the grandeur unfolded. Incredulous that a place like this existed.
But seriously, altitude sickness is no fun. Luckily, all I got was a headache, dizziness, and a hair-trigger crying reflex.
Both campgrounds on the eastern side of RMNP were reservation-only – and full. So I descended to a mere 8900 ft elevation and pulled in this first-come-first-serve dump called Timber Creek Campground.
Took a little hike along the Colorado ricer. Then I baked banana bread and a Zook’s pot pie from Lancaster, Pa. Had a vodka tonic with a lovely recently-retired couple in the 20ft Airstream across the way. Watched a sunset, and went to bed. All while Apollo 19 quietly charged the batteries in the intense sunshine.
And woke up this morning to this.
*BTW, all these photos were taken, and this blog written, on my iPhone. Very low signal here, so low res. Please excuse my spelling and grammar. And I’ll post photos from my real camera later.