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Tag Archives: Colorado
Friday, 8:46 a.m.: It was cooler and overcast, and when I first looked out the window I noticed ice on the windshield of the rental car. When we left for breakfast, we noticed that there appeared to be frost on the trees in the surrounding mountains.
Thursday, 8:27 a.m.: Leaving our room, we discovered that Murphy’s Resort features nice scenery. This view looks toward the east, away from Rocky Mountain National Park. We had an end unit, where the rented silver Chevy Cruze is parked.
On Wednesday morning, we packed and checked out of the Boulder hotel, then drove west an hour, toward Rocky Mountain National Park. I had asked Batya if she wanted to camp there, but she preferred to stay in a hotel. Therefore, I had made reservations with Murphy’s Resort in Estes Park. Check-in wasn’t until the afternoon, so we just drove through Estes Park and continued directly to Rocky Mountain National Park.
Tuesday: On Batya’s last day at the seminar in Chautauqua, I decided to hike in the southern part of the adjacent Boulder Mountain Park.
Monday: My second day of hiking in Boulder began earlier, as Batya’s course began at 8:30 a.m. on the second day.
Batya had registered for a three-day Advanced Wilderness Life Support course being offered in Boulder, so after flying into Denver on Friday, September 5, and spending the Sabbath there, we drove on Sunday morning to Colorado Chautauqua. While Batya was enjoying the course, I had the opportunity to explore the adjacent Boulder Mountain Park.
August 3rd: I arrived at Colorado National Monument the evening before, not having time for much sightseeing. In the morning, I looked around a bit and took the following photos.
For a few weeks in 1994, I took a trip out west, driving my 1986 Toyota Celica from Delray Beach, Florida to Utah and back. I intended to spend about a week with the Sierra Club, working on trail maintenance in the Collegiate Peaks in Colorado, but also visited a number of other sights. I did not keep a diary of the trip, but did write postcards and a letter to my mother, which she retained. Thus, while I do not know the start and end dates of my trip, I know a few of the intermediate dates, as I recorded when writing to my mother.