After riding slickrock, we headed back up hwy 128 and stopped along the way to play in the Colorado River.
In just a couple hours of driving we went from this landscape.....
...... to this! 52 degrees at 10,000+ feet in the Grand Mesa National Forest.
Everett hiked in his flip-flops.
The cooler temps were fun and there were many lakes hidden in the mountains. There were trails everywhere and we saw a couple marmots as we hiked.
It was wet from a steady drizzle, so I hit the forest service roads on my bike and they were really nice gravel. I went looking for moose until the sun went down, but did not see any.
Jansen carries his man-box-of-awesomeness to the campsite.
We found a nice little place to sleep at the edge of a marshy clearing. Something big woke me in the middle of the night. It was breathing heavy and sounded like a large deer from it's footsteps. I was too snuggly in my bag to look out.
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