Day 7: July 4, 2005
John Denver says hey.
A cool looking silo thing.
The Sangre de Cisto Mountains, towards which we drive to find...
Great Sand Dunes National Park. Check those sandy suckers out.
How did enormous sand dunes end up in the middle of Colorado? The visitors
center was closed, so I have no idea.
Sunset over the dunes on July 4th.
Another shot of the dunes.
Over the S to the de to the C mountains in the east, some cool cloud
There were some nice clouds over the dunes, too.
Look at the deer!
We have a daunting climb ahead of us (of questionable legality).
Look at all those footprints. It's like a polytheistic version of that one
After an arduous and sandy journey, we reach the top. The camera can't focus
in the low light, so everything ends up looking awesome like the
Watching the fireworks in Alamosa from atop the dunes. Nops digs it...
T-neck digs it...
Dilophosaurus digs it...
Nightfall over the dunes, the end of week #1.
Day 8: July 5, 2005
Our mosquito-plagued camp site at Sand Dunes.
Two more dune shot on our departure.
An idyllic mountain farm.
Our first views of the Rockies
Martinek checks out the view.
Uncle communes with nature.
San Isabel National Forest.
Having cut his foot, Nops applies the best remedy--a seven-year-old Jar Jar
Goin' on down.
Stuck in traffic, of course.
But at least in a scenic spot.
We stop in Denver to check out the town and grab some food at a brewpub.
Denver wanted in housing, so we changed our plans and headed to Boulder.
Boulder turned out to be in this author's opinion the greatest city in
America. Eat me, New York. Touring of Brewpubs was had, but ironically, less
hippie action than OBX.
Martinek chills in the University Inn.
Day 9: July 6, 2005
Outside Boulder we spot the yellow truck again. We'd seen him before and
we'd see him again.
More traffic. Colorado was notorious.
But the scenery still made up for it.
Heading into the mountains, toward Rocky Mountain National Park.
The resort town of Estes Park is sort of the gateway to the park. Martinek
strikes the Summit Pose again (see the July 2002 newsletter of the CUTC).
Here T-neck engages in close-up fast-action nature photography which his
camera is in no way equipped to handle.
But tell me this vicious chipmunk isn't damn cute!
Having captured the picture and released his quarry, T-neck moves on to
pursue a flash of blue in the trees...
A grainy image of the fabled Steller's Jay!
Nops suggests we quick messing around like we were the Wildboyz, and enter
Lofty peaks of the Rockies.
Aaaaaaand more traffic.
Rocky peaks at the entrance to the National Park.
T-neck grabs one of many mountain pictures.
Pines and mountains.
Nops gets a better view.
Look at the... I don't know what this is. Some kinda bird I guess.
T-neck strikes the pose and watches some mountains.
Intermittent rain sweeps down from the seething clouds above.
Rocky rain curtain.
Look at the elk!
Patches of snow, and there aren't any kids in this one.
Two minutes after mounting an expedition to the summit of this mountain,
Martinek and Nops realize they did not dress for freezing rain and hail.
Jackets now keep them toasty warm!
The hills are alive!
The continental divide!
Representing the East Coast, T-pac T-neck! Frontin' for the West Side, The
Notorious H-O-P. This is one of two pictures with both of us together.
Trees and peaks.
Flowers and stuff.
Rocks and air and all that.
Several specimens of coniferous plantae, located in the foreground of a
photographic image depicting altitudinous geological structures.
A semi-accidental picture of our road atlas as we leave the park.
The Paramount logo!
Some cool mesa things.
More rock formations on highway 40 west.
We stop at a scenic overlook to see some sights.
Mainly, this valley.
Craig, CO--better views than New Jersey.
Sunset over the campsites at Yampa River State Park.
The old tent.
Good night, Colorado!
Day 10: July 7, 2005
Good morning, Colorado! We refuel at the Kum & Go (heh heh) and set out.
Mesa-tastic! Clearly out of the Rockies now.
We pull into a trailhead in Dinosaur National Monument, Colorado side.
Formations in Dinosaur.
You can almost hear E.D. Cope cracking the whip at a bunch of laborers out
Some twisted trees.
Logs and such.
The Summit Pose at Dinosaur.
Nops contemplates the relative merits of George Olshevsky's and Gregory
Paul's separate versions of the Birds Came First hypothesis.
Best town name ever! See you in Utah.