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[Monday: 6 mile run Devil’s Backbone in Loveland; Tuesday: 5 mile hike; Wednesday: 8 mile run on Fall River Road; Thursday: 6 mile hike up Deer Mtn.]

Last Sunday we transported ourselves across Nebraska to front range Colorado.  Monday we went for a great run in the Devil’s Backbone county recreation area west of Loveland.  I’d driven past that many times but never stopped.  I am happy to say it is a very nice park with trails that extend from US-34 to the lower tip of Horsetooth Resv near Ft. Collins.

Tuesday we transported ourselves up to RMNP and set up our newly acquired tent at our appointed site in the Moraine Park Campground.

It must be 22 years since we last camped here, too long (I think it was with G&G Penenger,  1996,  right before we moved to E.P. ourselves).  I won’t do a day-by-day report but just say that eating instant oatmeal, hiking, playing with the camp fire, and just sitting quietly in the fold-up lawn chair while the sun came up in the morning…  it was wonderful.

There was a family of seven wild turkeys that roamed the camp ground.

(Now drive like crazy for two days to get back home)

3 replies on “Camping”

What a wonderful way to spend a week! Maybe you’ll be able to make that happen more often since you have to go there anyway to visit the kids.

I’m just thankful your tent had a mud room. Not sure how we all got along without one of those.

Remember the green army tent we borrowed from G&G Howard? It was sturdy, but produced admonitions of “don’t touch the tent!” when we were inside during the rain. Dad went around the outside scooping out a little ditch to encourage the rain to run-around as opposed to run-in.

I still like the taste of canned potatoes fried in a pan, thanks to Mom’s camp cooking.

Those turkeys seem less intimidating than the huge ones we have here. There was a tom that pretty much took over a neighborhood on the south side and prevented at least one person I know of venturing outdoors if he was near their yard. He was extremely aggressive.

I don’t remember seeing turkeys in the old days, or even during the time we lived in that area.

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