The Southern Trip

The first year we went on what we called the northern trip because we went up into Montana and generally stayed in the upper part of the 48 states. The second year we took a southern trip meaning we went into New Mexico and the four corners region.

The same group of adults went on this trip. The other people in the group were far more experienced when it came to travel than Becky and I. While we were usually wide eyed and inexperienced the others had already been to all the places we were visiting. The advantage was they knew what to avoid and what was worth seeing.

We traveled long days and what seemed like short nights sleeping on the ground in a sometimes-dry tent. Becky and I weren’t much different than the kids in the group. We were kids ourselves. Sometimes I wonder if the group regretted having us along.

The first day on this trip we left at 6 A.M. and traveled to into Kansas. I don’t think the wind ever stops blowing in Kansas. We traveled as far as we could in a day. I am not sure how far we got but ended up camping in a nice county park the first night. The kids had slept in the vans all day and kept us up most of the night. The next morning, after breakfast the group chaperones met and decided there would be no sleeping in the vans. We decided we would use the radio and loud conversation to keep everyone awake so they would sleep that night.

The second day we traveled the rest of the way across Kansas and then into Colorado. After what seemed like an eternity we could see mountains in the distance. It seemed to take even longer to actually get close to those mountains. We turned southwest off of Interstate 70 on U.S. 24 and headed for Colorado Springs. Did you know the stoplights in Colorado Springs are horizontal instead of vertical? That can be tricky for a colorblind boy. I think I ran several trying to stay with the other two vans.

While we were in Colorado Springs we visited the Air Force Academy, and the Garden of the Gods. We also visited the Manitou Incline. To get near the top you ride in rail cars that are pulled by cable up the side of a very steep mountain.

Ron Marshall and I climbed that last two or three hundred feet to the top of the mountain. I remember being amazed at how fearless Ron was. He stood on the very precipus and looked over the edge while I was hugging the rock several feet back.

From Colorado Springs we headed southwest on a narrow back road through a narrow canyon to Canon City. Canon City is the home of the Colorado State prison. There we visited the Royal Gorge. I remember the hummingbird feeders and the dozens of birds that visited them and the deer that would eat out of your hand.

I remember too, the tram ride across the gorge. Over a thousand feet above the Arkansas River and over two thousand feet long, I was uneasy from the moment I got into the car. When we got across I didn’t want to go back but, of course, I had to because there were only two ways back; the tram and walking across the bridge. The bridge was even worse for me so I took the tram back and never before or sense has solid ground felt so good to me.

From there we headed south on Interstate 25 and then west to a spot near a tiny town called Eagles Nest, New Mexico. We camped there and visited Taos, New Mexico the next day. It was a famous artist colony in those days. We walked all over the little town looking at the art and the hippies that inhabited the place. We took a horseback ride near Eagles Nest but my horse didn’t like the idea of going on and turned back. The rest of group, not knowing what else to do, followed me back.

From Eagles Nest we headed north back into Colorado. We visited the Black Canyon of Gunnison. It was huge and some said more beautiful than the Grand Canyon. We kept heading north and camped for the night in a remote spot. From there we traveled to a spot near Evergreen, Colorado where we spent the night. To get there we had to go over a high pass near the Continental Divide. Narrow roads and harrowing turns led us past Leadville and Climax to our campground.

We spent the night at Evergreen, toured Coors Brewery in Golden, and then headed to Granby and then over Trail Ridge Road to Estes Park. On the way we stopped at a roadside turquoise and silver stand and I bought a silver and coral ring which I have worn on my right hand everyday since.

We stayed in Estes Park for four days. The idea was to get as acclimated to the elevation as we could and then climb Longs Peak. It extends well above the tree line at 14,256 ft. Typically, above 10, 000 ft. Climbers use oxygen because the atmosphere is so thin. The day before we climbed a nearby mountain, Twin Sisters.

We left camp at 2:00 in the morning. The idea is to get off the top of mountain before noon and the afternoon rainstorms. The top of a mountain is the last place you want to be when lightening is all around you.

We climbed in the dark for hours and finally when the sun came up we could see the peak. It took us four more hours to get there. At about 11:00 that morning we scrambled hand over hand up the last 300 ft. and reached the top. There all the kids were waiting for us. Some had been there for as much as two hours. We had a group picture, looked around a little and then headed back down. Becky was the only adult female to make it to the top. We were back down to our Van about 5:30 P.M. It was an exhilarating experience even though we had walked and climbed almost continuously for the last 15 hours. Needless to say we slept well that night.

We departed early the next morning and traveled all the way back to Mt. Pleasant, arriving late that evening.