This post would’ve come yesterday, after a two-week break. But thanks to problems with my hosting company, both this site and my other site, Schultze Copywriting, were out of commission. AGGH!
As my IT hubby says, this happens, as he knows all too well. So I’m trying to be compassionate and think about those poor system admin guys at Bluehost tearing their hair out trying to get everyone’s websites back online all day yesterday. They got enough flack, I’m sure, from all sides.
It doesn’t mean I wasn’t upset by the whole thing, though. I certainly was. But today is another day for them and for me. Nothing like a fresh start, right?
So how do you come down from the high of being in Switzerland and Italy for more than two weeks? Why, go camping of course!
Part of the reason I haven’t written here in the last two weeks is because we’ve gone up to the Rockies during the weekends, leaving on Friday morning, which is my normal posting day. And no, we’re not the techno-philes that you might assume we are and don’t have wi-fi in our camper. In a way, getting away up into the mountains, just out of range from most cell and 4G towers, gives me ideal downtime from the demands of internet communication and easing off from my dependency on technology.
The first weekend, RAS and I went to Guanella Pass, staying near a dispersed site favored by campers with horses. One morning, they had some unexpected visitors…free-range cattle.
I have to say, it was a little scary to have these surprisingly large creatures cross your path especially when there a few calves in the bunch. I’m not sure if mother cows are as super-protective of their young as most other animals are.
Our home away from home…
Guanella Pass is in the vicinity of two fourteeners, Mt. Evans and Mt. Bierstadt. Those are the 54 mountains in Colorado over 14,000 feet in elevation. Here’s the latter from a hike we took one afternoon:
No, we didn’t make it to the top
But I did manage to sprain my ankle pretty well. Encountering a nice wide rock on Gomer Creek, RAS hopped from the bank to this “island” in the middle of a rapid. I was pretty confident I could make the leap too, and initially I was glad I did, because I was able to take some terrific photos.
Trying to get back to the banks, I jumped back and severely twisted the left. It’s a miracle I made the three miles back to the truck and to camp without having to go to the hospital. Suffering for my art, I know…
The next week, we headed up to the Collegiate Peaks area with our friends. There aren’t many pictures here, because it rained about 60-70% of the time. And photos of rain-soaked campers just doesn’t make for good travel viewing. It even rained while we went rafting down the Arkansas River and into Browns Canyon. It even downpoured when we went to the Mt. Princeton Hot Springs later on to swim (really warm up). Luckily we all had a great time.
But here are pics I managed to snap before the deluge, near Browns Creek:
As wonderful as camping can be, I’m really missing Italy right now. But the likelihood of our returning soon is quite small. Besides, RAS and I already thinking about next summer’s big trip, this time with the kids.
A cruise to Alaska or going back East to DC and New York are the leading prospects. I’ll try to lobby for Big Island myself, but he’s not quite ready to return to Hawaii just yet. What?! Who in world wouldn’t be “ready” for Hawaii?? Yeah, he’s a little weird in that way.