Wandering on wheels around Horsetooth Reservoir
Memorial Day morning found me awake way too early and not having a single plan for the day. I pointed my SUV west and started driving just to see where the streets would take me. I noticed a single road on my vehicle’s mapping screen that seemed to run into the mountains, so I aimed for it. I realized I was headed towards Horsetooth Reservoir.
Eagerly, my Toyota Highlander began to climb. The drive was slow due to a holiday runner’s race. And after touring around a bit, the lakeside vistas opened up and all that is Horsetooth was evident.
I drove around the lake, on into the mountains behind the reservoir and back again. Totally worth the decision to see where my wheels would take me on a whim.
Now to buy a kayak.
I never complain about driving here when my views are always the epic mountains, the vast plains or any number of sweeping storm systems across the skies. No matter the day, the hour or the weather; the drive is never dull or expected. Humbling every time.
Breathing in the peaceful solitude of The Garden of the Gods.
The other weekend marked a local road trip excursion running south to Colorado Springs, CO to The Garden of the Gods.
On entering The Garden of the Gods, a giant plaque came into view on following the sidewalks into the midst of the open space, reminding everyone that this beautiful place was a gift – and that added a layer of appreciation to the entire visit. Truly, some family could have kept this to themselves – but generously gave it to the city for all to get to enjoy.
The Garden of the Gods is otherworldly. It’s calm, and buffered; almost an enormous waiting room to be still, away from the world, just beyond the hills. The high walls and cliffs jutting up to form barriers between the hustle and bustle of Colorado Springs below.
Like many of the public parks and spaces in Colorado, it’s very well-kept and a clean space to enjoy. Paved sidewalks in all directions are plenty; you could spend hours just following them all.
While walking around I noticed that hawks and pigeons quietly held sentry on the ledges above. There was stillness here. Other than the squeal of an excited child or brief laughter, the Garden is quiet. You really don’t want to leave.
Craggy and contrasting peaks rise in all directions.
The landscape is otherworldly.
It’s all fun and games until someone turns on a drone and ruins the peaceful quiet. I’m sure they got great photos, but at the cost of the peace of everyone else there (and the wildlife).
The awe-inspiring views of the Rocky Mountains always pull my attention from the hamster wheel of daily life. Whether I’m running errands, pulling into my subdivision or taking a walk, I can’t help but look westward and get lost in the moment wherever I am.
While driving back to Colorado this afternoon, I caught myself thinking how beautiful and different this day was in contrast all the prior weekends.
Their colors depend on the sky, clouds and light. Their contrast changes with the seasons and the winter snows. Every morning, new mountains, filling the same shape and size, seem to replace the last.
But they still take my breath away, and I hope they always do.
Exploring the banks of the Poudre River on a winter morning.
A little pre-holiday adventuring off Highway 14 on Poudre Canyon Road running towards Roosevelt National Forest, just outside of Fort Collins.
Where it was still shaded from the mid-morning sun, the water was frozen over several inches thick. I was thankful for my wool blend base layers. It was still and silent, as if the river was asleep under an icy blanket.
Where it was sunny, everything seemed normal. I wasn’t struggling so much with aperture settings. And I could feel my fingers on my camera.
It was beautiful country and had countless side-road areas I’d never driven out to before. Off Highway 14, there were several pull-offs that enable you to walk down to the river and enjoy the scenery.
The ice fascinated me more than the views actually. It was quite thick in places, so much so that you could walk out onto the water.
I was taken by river rocks; their coloration and texture paired with the currents frozen around them fascinated me.
While the intent was to actually head out on a hike, one can have just as good of a time wandering the pull-offs that dotted the road and never actually taking a trail.
Just goes to show it’s worth it to leave a little room for changes in plans sometimes.
A few photos to share from a recent hike up to Arthur’s Rock at Lory State Park outside of Fort Collins, CO.
View of Horsetooth Reservoir from atop Arthur’s Rock.
I do look forward to returning to hike this very trail again, but I started out on little sleep from the night before and not nearly enough hydration. Would try it again in a heartbeat though – beautiful views for days.
The Collings Foundation Wings of Freedom Tour at the Fort Collins airport. This included the P-51C, Mustang the B-24 Liberator, B-25 Mitchell and B17 Flying Fortress aircraft.
So things got a little unexpectedly busy the last 2 months. This included agreeing to move residences. In the space of basically 2 weeks after having seen the new rental. No small feat there. But still, beautiful sunsets no matter where you go.
Golden is a beautiful gem in Colorado. This weekend took me to wander Lookout Mountain and the historic Buffalo Bill Museum.
A note to anyone also deciding to visit on a Saturday: Be extremely cautious of the numerous cyclists who take the same, winding route up the mountain at 20mph with you.
The views are classic Colorado at the top. However when you’re also looking for the perfect mountain peak photo, it seems there’s always a pine tree just where you point your lens.
Next to the museum is an overlook location that you can see nearly all of Golden as well as downtown Denver and its surrounding cities, including the haze common on hot days.
The Cody gravesite sits a very short walk from the museum.
The museum was an interesting walk-through and displays several historic and colorful artifacts from Cody’s life. Photos, swords, rifles, pistols, costumes and a plethora of accounts of his countless ventures.
The NCAR (National Center for Atmospheric Research) Trailhead off of Mesa Trail.
The Mesa Trail system in the Boulder, CO area didn’t disappoint. Craggy mountain vistas, views of the city of Boulder, birds, spring growth, icicles and stunning evergreen forests abounded.
The really great part about hiking in the Flatirons is that within the first 10-15 minutes of walking, you’re already seeing fantastic mountain views and photo opportunities from the trail.
At this elevation, just go ahead and keep the 45SPF with your trail bag.
A curious little fellow singing to the sun.
The trails began out of the National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR) property where we parked. It’s an easy drive from just about anywhere to get here and parking was plenty.
I’ve also found that while everyone is usually focused on their feet, it goes a long way to be friendly and thank those who stand to the side for you, offer a comment about spots to tackle with caution you just passed or where there’s an awesome camera shot ahead.
I’m surprised by how much plant life continues to flourish in the mountains under and through the snow as the seasons change.
Admittedly, I was a bit worried that I would struggle with the winter out here and possibly find myself not enjoying it. But I love winter so far here! And for me this includes still getting out on weekends when to enjoy the gorgeous country that is just a few miles down the road.