Colorado Highlights: or, “what state are we in again?”

IMG_20140710_172413That last part of the title is the question my youngest son asked us every few hours for a few days.  At first, we were patient, then we were tolerant, but after a while, we were neither.  This question started to be answered like this: “We’re not having this conversation again”, “we’re done with that”, and “OMG enough already”.  This was not a highlight of our time in Colorado.

Also, he had brought a killer cold with him, and Jason had become infected with it as we were making our way out of the Blue Lake Campground area on this third day of our vacation.  By the time we got to Manitou Springs, he was no good and just wanted to be left alone to sleep.   He had exhaustion for the next few days, which really put a cramp on our style, and then by the time he was feeling better, I came down with it.  This was not a highlight of our trip either.

But these things were highlights:

Manhattan’s Pizza Parlor in Pueblo: after a couple of days of camping and eating out of our cooler, it was really nice to sit down somewhere cool and eat the hell out of some New York Style pizza.  This is where we went after leaving GC19, after a couple of random stops in Walsenberg for gas, ice and cold medicine

The pool at the Silver Saddle Motel in Manitou:  we had decided to stay at a fifties-era motel for its character and low cost.  Supposedly the pool was a big feature.  It wasn’t all that, but it was a good place for my younger son and I to go to let the older guys rest and get a break from him.  We met a little girl there who turned out to be the daughter of the owner, and she was able to answer some questions about the history of the place.  It had not occurred to me when I booked the room that the Silver Saddle would be a great name for a biker den.  However, it did become clear that is what it was, at least temporarily this weekend.   That gave us some interesting people watching fodder.

Garden of the Gods Trading Post:  this was a place that I remembered as having an incredible selection of awesome things during the time I lived around this area, which was sixteen years before.  I wanted the kids to experience it.   I had been pushing them to save their money for this place all summer, despite their protests about all the other things they wanted to spend money on.  Even their dad had been like, “they are boys, they don’t care about gift shops” but I KNEW the temptations that existed in this place, and I was RIGHT, because both of the boys blew their money in this place within thirty minutes.

A brief hike in the Gold Camp Road/Bear Creek area to look for an old cache (hidden in 2001).

Manitou Springs Penny Arcade:  even though I lived right above the arcade in the four months I lived in this town earlier in my life, I had never once come down and spent any money or time here.  However, I knew that my sons would like this.  My youngest son especially had a good time, and our leaving was much too quick for him.  He could have spent hours.  They had all kinds of games to play; so many, it was overwhelming to make a choice.

The Springs and the shops of Manitou:  my little one got it into his head that he wanted to taste all the natural springs in Manitou (there are about ten of them), so we stopped at a few so he could use his little “Pikes Peak” cup he had bought to drink some of this water that supposedly had healing powers.

Later, we went over and spent some time walking through the Garden of the Gods, but that deserves its own post and some of Jason’s photos posted with it.  More on that later.

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GC19

_DSC0715We were looking for epic caches, and we got ’em.  This hunt led us to the Spanish Peaks Wilderness area in San Isabel National Forest.  We were looking for the 24th oldest active geocache, called simply “Geocache“.  This one was hidden within the first couple months of geocaching, before hiders knew to give their hides classic and original names.

Several online logs state “this is what geocaching is supposed to be”, and it is true.  We used the instructions on the cache page to determine where to turn off the main road and where to park.  From there, the cache page states it is about a 0.6 mile walk to the cache.

First we found ourselves walking on a trail through the forest.  Gradually, the forest thinned out and we were ascending an open plain, from which we could see the Sangre de Cristos mountains in the distance.  It was a bit high in altitude; the cache sits at around 11,400 feet.

I especially got a kick out of seeing a personal greeting for us in the cache log:

IMG_20140710_084543A couple we know from the Houston area found this cache a little over a week before us.  Their travels as a couple intrigue and inspire us.  I hope to be like them when we get older!

My older son particularly enjoyed the hike, and was in good spirits.  He really got a kick out of having a solo moment with a stellar view, as per the top photo.   The little one did not so much.  He decided he hates mountains and doesn’t like the altitude and didn’t want to go hiking.  We heard about this pretty much the whole way there and back and tried to not let it ruin our fun.  It’s not like he could sit in the car while we went, despite his request for that.

This is one I would do again, just for the fun of it and the view.  It was very enjoyable, despite the whining we had to endure.  Afterwards, when little son realized how special this cache was, he was excited to have found a “legendary” cache and I hope in the end that is what he remembers; that, and the spectacular view.

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Art Interactive: Cadillac Ranch/Blue Lake Experimental

IMG_20140709_132428For forty years, an audience-interactive art project dreamed up by a San Francisco based art group Ant Farm has been on display in a pasture in Amarillo.  This iconic stop off Route 66 invites people to get out of their cars, walk a bit to the row of rusted out Cadillacs half-rising out of the earth, and put their own form of embellishment on them.  That is, as long as they brought their own spray paint (or there was any left in the hundreds of bottles that gather by the end of the day).  Every once in a while, the cars are freshly painted specific colors for various advertisements and special occasions, and yet, within 24 hours, the graffiti returns, each visitor intent on leaving their individual mark.

On this day, the second full day of our summer road trip, we stopped here to let the boys experience this (my only regret is not buying them their own can of spray paint before we got there).  It was hot and windy, as it seems to always be here.  After this, we headed out of Texas and into Colorado, heading first north, then northwest along the Highway of Legends.

Night found us at Blue Lakes Campground, part of the San Isabel National Forest.  This place excited my older son’s senses.  It was his favorite campground ever, he told us.  I asked him if he wanted to join me in writing something about it, and he agreed.  I decided to try an experiment where we co-wrote a free-verse piece together.  This is our little dedication to this favorite campground of ours, with his participation in italics:

Blue Lake: crisp, clear, cold

Sea grass sitting still under silent water

Mysteriously hidden from us on nighttime entrance

To epic campground

Pretty awesome campground

Intoxicating you with the fresh, clean mountain air

Entrancing you in a place so far away

From the industry of the city

Flowers bloom in patches

Dark looming trees

A creek gurgles; a calming, constant sound

Trails beckon you, calling out

To the wild in your soul

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Other highlights of this day included:  two extremely creative caches in Dalhart, a picnic lunch watching horses swat flies, a walk in a secluded area of a state park to get an earthcache that taught us about an asteroid impact, chicken pitas cooked over the campstove, and the boys exploring the Blue Lake trail.  I wish we had more daylight or time to explore the trail system, but as always we were trying to do too much and just skimming the surface.

Caprock Canyons State Park: Free Verse Style

_DSC0700Rising from a dream,

Noticing a sky full of stars,

I look over and Jason met my eye

We go outside to look,

my oldest son following silently

We all marveled at the detail

Of the galaxy above us

And go back to sleep in awe

 

Morning’s first light,

We sneak away for a daybreak drive

Blue Grosbeak male singing a song in a cedar

The female sits close, admiring

A whistle in nearby brush

reveals the Northern Bobwhite

Elusive little quail,

looking right at us just feet away

 

Trails stretch off invitingly in the distance

Red rock canyons rising up all around us

But we don’t have the time to explore it all

Just these things:

Bison shaking their shaggy heads

Rolling in big patches of warmed dirt

Their calves standing chest high in Lake Theo

Cooling off from a summer sun

 

We saw a ladybug that morning

On our way back up from swimming in the lake

The youngest wanted to keep it

“Wouldn’t it be great if ladybugs were immortal?”,  he asked

I try to imagine a world

Where ladybugs never die

All good things must come to an end, my son

And likewise, too soon, our time at Caprock Canyons

 

But this is how it ends:

With me, sitting in the morning sun

Watching prairie dogs cavort

Whistling alerts for kids on bikes

Freshly washed hair blowing in my face

Birds singing, a scissortail flying low

Searching for bugs

Bees, crickets, horseflies all humming a tune

 

A goodbye lullaby

For a park that won our heart

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