Late June I had the good fortune of having the club up to the pond in the Upper Meadows. Step Mom asked why “I wasn’t doing it on the Solstice”. Well my pal Time took that spot with the summer campout on Argentine the weekend before (it was the same weekend for our Adopt-A-Trail). But the next weekend was set for a summer campout with the club. A handful of friends joined me for an evening at the ranch. We got to finally use the fire pit the fire department built for us and a cousin stopped by for a beer and gave some good history of the ranch.
The next morning, spent some time relaxing, then drove back down to Downtown. Parked the 4runner and walked home.
Schedule changes kept things interesting this year. Yet still was a blast hanging out with friends from the club. Camp was fantastic as ever, the days filled with Steam Trains, vistas and Toyotas. The mornings and evenings, I found myself at my favorite perch above camp gazing over Antonito, the San Luis Valley and the Sangre de Christos. The day I rode the train, I found myself alone- A fellow club member got called into work that day. Yet most of the morning I chatted with one of the conductors. Guess I’ve been riding the train enough to become a regular. The train ride was beautiful as ever and everything seemed so green with all the recent rain. Back at camp, I hung out with my pal Dave for the evening.
The next morning, I was up early. Packed the 4runner then made my way. A stop at Las Masitas, then made my way to Masita. Stopping at the old Iron Bridge to take in the morning light. The last few times I took that route, I was rushing to get to camp. It was nice to actually spend some time and check out the Old Bridge, the Rio Grande and take in the morning views. After, It was a sort morning drive home back to Downtown.
Ahh, Spanish Peak Country.
Some moody Spanish Peaks! Starting the drive up La Veta Pass, I had to stop ad take in the view. While doing so, my flashers on, a fellow driver stopped to make sure I was ok:).
