Being spontaneous

Today we woke up in Salida, Colorado, and went into town for a little breakfast. Such a lovely little town and again, it doesn't seem overly popular or chichi. Our waiter said he had recently moved there from California and that it was in the "banana belt" so the winters weren't too bad. Um, well, I guess, but I'll bet they are a lot colder than I'm used to. But the summers are glorious!

We hooked up again and headed west toward Ouray and Silverton, the Alps of the U.S. I've been to this area before, about 40 years ago, so wonder if anything has changed. Ha.

On the way along Highway 50, we passed a large body of water, the largest in Colorado, it turns out, that is really beautiful. Then we saw a great national campground high on a hill overlooking the water...so we pulled in. No connections, but bathrooms, like we had in Rocky Mountain National Park, and here there's phone and data. So yay, that makes me happy.

Our little casita from a distance.

The gorge below the dam that dams the big lake.

My sweetie climbs the steps out of the gorge.

We plan to be here two nights then continue heading west...to see what pops up next on the trail to nowhere....and everywhere.

Hope all is well along your road....