Rocky Mountain High

    On a motorcycle trip several years ago Suzanne and I made a brief stop in Glenwood Springs, Colorado before heading south to Durango. In fact, over the years we've spent quite a bit of time in Colorado skiing and recreating. I once spent a sleepless week of skiing in Breckenridge - unable to acclimate to the 9000' base elevation. But other than that, we've very much enjoyed spending time in this part of the country. The Rocky Mountains rock! It says so right there in their name!

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   It was about a 300 mile drive along I-70. We left Seibert, CO around 9:30am and arrived at Glenwood Canyon RV Resort at 2:30pm. 

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   The sign read "Denver 75 mi" when the Rockies first appeared on the horizon - deceptively distant. Traffic got quite heavy as we approached the city limits but thinned out significantly once the 'mile high' capital was in our rearviews. 

   It's always a bit of a chug getting up and over the Continental Divide but the Tour's 450 Cummins propelled her 45,000 lbs., a couple thousand lbs. of cargo, our 5000 lb. Chevy Traverse, Suzanne, me and the dogs up to and through the Eisenhower Tunnel at 11,158' above sea level with barely a ten degree swing of the temp gauge needle. 

   View from the Frisco/Dillon Reservoir Overlook on I-70...

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   Glenwood Canyon Resort is a wonderful RV park located just three miles from downtown Glenwood Springs and right on the Colorado River. Travis is dying to go in the water but the current is pretty swift and I'm sure the temperature is ice cold. 

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   So, Glenwood Springs is known for a couple of things; its natural hot springs...

    ... and in May of 1887 it's where Doc Holliday came to 'take the waters' in an attempt to alleviate the debilitating effects of tuberculosis. He ended up dying here later that year on November 8th and is buried somewhere in Glenwood Spring's Linwood Cemetery Cemetery records were destroyed in a fire so nobody knows exactly where he's buried - but there's a small monument assuring us he is, indeed somewhere on the premises. Suzanne an I took the 0.8 mile out & back hike up the mountainside to visit his approximate grave site. 

   Also buried in Linwood Cemetery is Harvey Logan, alias Kid Curry. His demise, an interesting story in itself.

   After visiting the cemetery (and how appropriate was that on Halloween??) Suzanne and I did some much needed grocery shopping at the local City Market before returning to the coach. I think I'm gonna do a shrimp stir fry a little later before we settle in to watch the 1943 horror classic, Frankenstein Meets The Wolfman on MeTV.

Thanks for checking out the blog. 

And Happy Halloween!