August 15, 2022 Going backwards kind of

 

August 15, 2022 Retracing our steps   

Why is that human on top of his home that moves with that noisy thing?  It is ruining my zen morning.

Since Spouse’s bike is on the disabled list, he joined me for part of my walk this morning.  We are leaving today so this is my last walk in this beautiful surrounding.  Hmmm, very odd that a man is on top of his rig with a leaf blower.  Who does that besides someone that is probably too anal to be around.  Once you drive 25 mph, those leaves are gone.  Oh well, to each his own.

Today, we are heading back to Gunnison.  Yes, this is retracing our steps.  Yes, if we would have planned better this wouldn’t have happened.  This is one of the reasons why we hate making reservations.  We like to fly by the seat of our pants.  This is a good thing, and a bad thing.  Reservations do offer some security, and you get some primo spots.  But they also restrict you.  After 30+ years in a corporate environment sucking up to deadlines and restrictions, I have a bit of PTSD.  We have met people that plan every day of their trips, knowing what they will do and where they will be and when.  We don’t.  We change our minds. We don’t have to be in an RV park.  We can be in a campground, BLM land, or an Elks Lodge.  Since COVID, more RVs are on the road so we know we will have some issues.  In this case, we wanted to go to the Crested Butte area so we did make reservations at the park we stayed in a few days ago.  We would like to go to the Rocky Mountain National Park, but if it becomes too much of a hassle, we
will move on.  So our future is up in the air, just the way we like it.

For now, we are in Gunnison.  The weather prediction is dire… supposedly violent storms.  We see clouds and it looks bleak, but we have seen this before.  Once we are set up, we head out.  On to hwy 135, then 742 to Taylor Reservoir.  As we leave the cute part of town, the landscape is somewhat barren.  Then the green meadows appear.  Cottonwood trees weave throughout so there must be a river.  Gee…  The Taylor River no doubt.  Soon the road narrows and becomes more mountainous.  It is an easy drive, but the rocky crags start to hug the road.  Various pines clutch the mountains with tall aspens competing for the light.  The river rushes down making for some pretty scenery.

We check out a few of the campgrounds.  Many of them would be suitable for us.  We would fit in some, but the roads are sketchy.  Every bit of glass in Hannah would be on the floor if we took her there!  

The river is happening.  This is fly fisherman’s paradise.  As we climb to the reservoir, we are about 9500 feet.  The reservoir is atop a plateau, with bald mountains in the distance.  There is a hybrid RV park (Lakeview) that offers electricity only, but great views and large spaces.  This is my type of park.  It is a bit windy and there are whitecaps on the lake.  The marina is tiny, with just a few boats.  Hmm, that means something, just not sure what!

As we head back down, it starts to rain.  It is a light rain, not the violent storm that was promised.  A fawn and her mother ran in front of us and it was scary but we didn’t hit them.  I would have been devastated!