Yes, spot memories.

This would be about 1966. We lived in Boulder, Colorado at the time. We had some friends from the east who wanted to do some backwoods camping. We suggested the Gore Range. We picked them up at the airport in Denver and brought them home. They wanted to see Rocky Mountain National Park. This was back in the days when no one went there. We packed-up and headed out in the afternoon. We stopped at a campground in the park. There was only one other family there. There was a small, high mountain type lake, stocked with trout. This was before my cooking days. We set up camp and my wife and guests started the meal. I went down to the lake to do some fishing. I was using a bubble with an irresistible and a non-barbed hook. I caught about a dozen rainbows in 30 min [these things were small stocked fish; biggest was only 12 in] but it was fun. I just let them go. The guy [hence, food provider] from the other family camping there was down the bank about 100 yards. He wasn’t catching anything.

He, finally, walked up and said how are you doing this. He was from Oklahoma. I asked what he was using. He showed me a bright pink popper with green spots. I gave him a bubble and a proper fly and he caught fish. They were nice people and we spent the evening together; talking about Colorado and Oklahoma. Learned a lot.

This would be about 1967. My parents came out to visit. We took them to the back country. This would be the west side of the Collegiate Range. We went in our, soft-topped 66 Bronco. About 15 of the 20 miles into our first campsite there was this quagmire [if you have been in the mountains you know what I mean]. I put it in low range, floored it, and floated across. Well, we got to the camp site, had a good meal, and went to sleep under the shadows of 14’ers. Without going into technical details, we got up in the morning and the battery in the Bronco was dead. OK, we were 20 miles from the nearest paved road and 40 miles from the nearest town. Remember this was 1967 and Colorado wasn’t crawling with tourists. We put together a meal for my parents and started walking out. Surprise, Surprise. About 200 yards before the quagmire began we ran into a family from Kansas in a Scout. We explained our situation. The guy driving looked at the swamp and said I can’t get across that. I said, well, I got across it with a Ford, you can do it with a Scout. That male to male communication is all it took. He stuck it right in the middle of the swamp. We took his battery out of the car and started the Bronco. I drove down and winched him out. I drove through. He got stuck again and I winched him out again.

We had a meal together, and a lot of laughs, that night, further down the road. Nice people.

You must have these spot memories. Share. ;<))))

Best Wishes,,,,,

Z

-- Z1X4Y7 (Z1X4Y7@aol.com), June 18, 2002

Answers

Have you ever driven over the Moffet pass road? It is the old RR right -of-way before the Moffet tunnel. Fun. Spectacular. At least it was in 1979.

-- (lars@indy.net), June 18, 2002.

Thought you said you were leaving for a few days.

-- (yeah, yeah @ blah. blah blah), June 19, 2002.

That would be Moffit Road, runs east out of Winter Park over Rollins Pass. I don't think it is open for vehicles anymore, just hikers and cyclists.

-- (mountain man @ gunnison.co), June 19, 2002.

yeah, yeah @ blah. blah blah:

Internet connections aren't limited to my home or office. They even have them here on the east coast. Free use in my hotel room. You are going to have to keep up with these things. ;<))

Lars:

I remember it the same way mountain man does. I never drove over it but I have hiked in the area.

Best Wishes,,,,,,

Z

-- Z1X4Y7 (Z1X4Y7@aol.com), June 19, 2002.