Sunday, August 08, 2010
Rocky Mountain National Park
We got to the park, paid our fees, and drove directly to the campground. What we didn't know is that you have to sit and wait within earshot of the ranger booth. She said it could be noon.
Mark sent the kids off to the edge of the forest to tinker and play while we waited. The plan had been to put our names in and head off to the Lawn Lake Alluvial Fan or head up to Bear Lake, but that was out of the question.
The campground looks like a moonscape with most of the trees cut down due to the pine beetle infestation. Where the trees were still up generally the campsites were closed. But the veiw of Hallett and its surrounding peaks was spectacular if you could tune out the surrounding campground, which the human brain is surprisingly adept at doing.
We expected a couple of hours. It was more like 25 minutes. Site 66 came open, and we sputtered off the whole 1/8 of a mile from where we were parked. Well, after we found the kids.
At the campsite, we set about setting up our respective tents and bedding, putting the food in the bear box and the beer in the truck. That's right. "The beer.... is in ... the truck". The phrase KC renfest folks utter to get out of character at the end of the day.
Lawn Lake Alluvial Fan. Tragic as the event that created it was, it is a great place to take kids (supervised) to play. Hell, it's a great place for adults, too. It was a beautiful day for it.
It got dark. We cooked s'mores around the campfire. Talked, and turned in around 9:30 or so, not really knowing what the plan was for tomorrow. We knew we wanted to do Bear Lake and Alberta Falls, maybe. And we'd promised the kids the top of a mountain on the trip. The weather would decide for us.