Sep 23

The mountains are calling…

by in Chasing Autumn, Travel

The mountains are calling and I must go.

— John Muir

It’s inevitable. I will always end up in the mountains. :)

My brother (who is sojourning with me on this adventure) and I spent the better part of Saturday and Sunday in and around Estes Park. I don’t recall exactly, but I probably haven’t been there since I was a kid. I remember when we boys were young, our parents took us to Estes Park a few times. Of course, when you’re young, you appreciate things a little differently. It was comforting to find the things I remembered about Estes Park still there (more on that in a bit). But it was really nice to see it from a new perspective.

Before we even got to town, we had to stop at the Colorado Cherry Company for some fresh cherry pie and cherry juice! One thing about me, if there are cherries involved, I’m all over it! I remember when I was a kid my folks would buy these huge buckets of fresh cherries. Really huge buckets. Really. Huge. Buckets. :) There would be cherry cobbler for months! I miss that. So of course we had to stop. And it was yummy!

Once we got to town and got settled, our first stop was the Stanley Hotel. I actually wanted to stay there, but by the time I thought of it the hotel was already booked. Next time, perhaps. For those who are not familiar with it, the hotel was built by F.O. Stanley (inventor of the Stanley Steamer steam car). It was completed in 1909. Aside from its historical and architectural significance, it also has an iconic place in pop-culture, although I suspect many people may not recognize it. If you’re not a Stephen King fan, and haven’t read the novel or seen the movie “The Shining” (yes, I’m talking about you…you know who you are), then you won’t have realized that this is that hotel, and my witty tweets will have been for naught. Oh, and for the record, Jack was not there.

After that, we took a quick run up to Rocky Mountain National Park (hereafter RMNP). We didn’t get too far, as it was starting to get dark. But I did manage to get a few good shots of some Aspens. And to top it off, we came upon a huge herd of elk grazing. I’m not sure which was more interesting, though: the elk, or the large herd of Homo sapiens standing around gawking at them.

Sunday we were back up to RMNP. This time we made it all the way up to the top of the Continental Divide (over 12,000 feet high). Unfortunately, it was a bit hazy due to a stalled weather front, but the views were amazing nonetheless. It’s pretty interesting how the terrain can change suddenly from alpine forests to barren tundra. It’s an amazing drive, and I highly recommend it! After that, it was back down the mountain for one last trip through Estes Park, before hitting the road to our next destination.

I mentioned earlier in this post about being comforted to find some things about Estes Park still there after more than 30 years. When we were kids and our parents brought us to Estes Park, there were a few things that stuck in my mind: the tram, the rock shop, and the slide. They’re all still there. You might be wondering what’s so special about a slide. Well, this isn’t the kind of slide you’d find in the neighborhood park. It’s a very large, multi-lane, multi-story slide. As a child, climbing to the top with my dad, it seemed incredibly high. I was scared and excited at the same time. My dad would take me in his arms and we’d sit toboggan-style on the little carpet at the top. And down we’d go. And I knew I was safe in his arms. And that’s why the slide is so special.

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