Last day in the Mountains

This is turn around time. We start the trek east tomorrow. The campgrounds we plan on are supposed to have good wifi and the first two stops, La Junta and Dodge City present subjects worthy of blog posts. Beyond that, who knows? It seems you don't have to hunt for "interesting" things, they seem to seek you out.

As a farewell expedition we drove the 15 miles or so along Embargo Creek to the Cathedral Campground (US Forest Service). Aside from chipmunks or similar creatures the wildlife amounted to a solitary cow who seemed very happy to be by herself. There were plenty of vistas but also other features of interest. I chose to see this as an old beaver dam. I suppose it could just be a place where stuff piled up but a beaver dam is more romantic.

Then there is the old trapper's cabin. OK, it might have been a line shack or a 1960s hippie back to the land experiment but trapper's cabin fits the beaver dam scenario and makes a better story.

I guess I am getting ahead of myself. Chapter One. It was a dark and stormy day. . .  .