More Mountain Views

Since picking up our new van in Colorado, we’ve been on the road back to New England. To read about the beginning of our journey, check out Maiden Voyage and Whirlwind Visits and Mountain Views.

After leaving Rocky Mountain National Park, we stayed overnight in the parking lot of a small pottery shop in Loveland, CO. The next day we drove from Colorado, through Wyoming and Nebraska, all the way to Hot Springs, South Dakota. The mountains gave way to flat land stretching all around us for miles. The crosswinds tried to shove us off the road a few times, but we prevailed. Dixie Chicks’ Wide Open Spaces played in my head. I may have sung a line or two. 😉 Grazing cows and baby calves dotted acres and acres along the highway. Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flats joined my internal playlist, followed closely by Woody Guthrie’s This Land, when we saw what could only be described as a “ribbon of highway” in front of us.

We set up camp in Hot Springs, at the first of many KOAs. By “set up camp” I mean we replenished our water supply, did laundry, and figured out how to open our awning. Right before it started raining.

The rain would stick around all the next day. We started at The Mammoth Site in Hot Springs, SD, in the morning. It’s the site of an actual archaeological dig uncovering piles of Woolly and Columbian Mammoth bones. Fascinating!

It continued to rain as we drove north to Custer State Park through the Black Hills of South Dakota. From Custer State Park, we took highway 16A up around steep curves, hairpin turns, switchbacks, pigtails, and tunnels to Mount Rushmore. Not a drive I’m eager to repeat. Eeek!

Mount Rushmore was impressive, even in the drizzling rain.

That night we stayed in another KOA in Rapid City, South Dakota. Another adventurous day on the road. And more to come…

Mountain Views

One plan on this cross-country trip of ours is to visit National and State Parks to do some hiking and birding. Sometimes plans have a mind of their own.

When we left our friends and family in the Denver/ Boulder areas, we headed north toward Rocky Mountain National Park. John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High played in my head. That would be the first song in a trip playlist that spontaneously compiled itself in my head.

Our entrance reservation for RMNP was for 4pm-6pm, the only time slot available. We sat in line for at least 45 minutes waiting to get in.

Here are some images as we waited to get in. The native inhabitants entertained us along the way:

Then, we drove toward Bear Lake, stopped at a park-and-ride lot, and hiked for about a mile and a half. Being unused to the altitude and the climbing, it took us over an hour.

We left after that hike, not wanting to get caught traveling back to our new Harvest Hosts spot in the dark. Turns out, a blizzard and an avalanche hit the western part of the park the next day. Yikes!

More later on our very first campsite eva…back to the road! 🙂