Footnote From The Future
I can't believe I didn't write anything in my journal about the fantastic campsite we found in Colorado! I must have been preoccupied over those 3 days after leaving Yellowstone and before arriving in Boulder. I’ve got some great photos though, and will fill in the blanks from what I remember.
Just south of Yellowstone is Grand Teton National Park. We walked along Jackson Lake, with the Grand Teton mountains on the other side. Very beautiful. Then spent the night in Smoot, Wyoming.
Now it was time for Violet to start driving east, heading back to Georgia. My plan was to continue westward, but this trip was all about being open to what comes up, with no deadlines, so I said I’d travel with her for awhile longer.
We drove down into Colorado, and in the town of Craig we treated ourselves to a night in a motel! A real bed, shower, and TV!
The next stop was Steamboat Springs. Someone told us that the hot springs there were all turned into fancy pools surrounded by resorts. But they told us about one that had been left alone and had just a few rough campsites by it. Now, in 2014, I don’t remember the name of the place. Looking at my marks in my atlas, all I have to go on is the yellow highlighted route and a star for where I stopped at night. But sitting here thinking about it I remembered going north of town and it was at the end of a road. With the help of the Internet and Google Maps, I was able find it! There are two parks there now that—judging from the photos—have been fixed up a lot over the last 30 years, and probably changed names, but I'd say it was here:
One of the reviews said they had heard the place could get overrun with a bunch of hippy campers and the place would look like Woodstock! Here’s a satellite map of the area:
To get to our campsite, we had to bring our gear down to a bridge across the creek that ran from the hot springs. It was very secluded and had a place for a fire right in the natural rocks. No doubt the best campsite of the trip!
We just walked upstream a bit to get to the hot spring. We were told it was “clothing optional” at night! We weren’t sure about that so we wore our suits. But there was some baring of skin going on there that night.
Some notes from my little calendar where I jotted down where I gassed up, my mileage, where I stopped for the night. When I filled up with gas before leaving Yellowstone, I noted that I had used 10 quarts of oil since I left Minnesota. I had driven 1,537 miles, so that's burning a quart of oil every 150 miles!