I have told the story in earlier posts about settling in Colorado in a motorhome. My job was a Work-From-Home, requiring a trip to IBM’s Boulder, Colorado facility once a month. They required that I live within an hour’s drive. Since I was in a home on wheels, we tried living everywhere along the Front Range in RV parks and campgrounds from Golden to Loveland.
One of them is a lodge and campground in the foothills above Denver called Chief Hosa. You can see the Continental Divide from there:
We’d spend a couple of weeks there, move on, come back for another two weeks, and so forth. We’d go up north to Loveland and explore Rocky Mountain National Park:
We went up to the High Country in the Jeep and looked in awe at the Fourteeners:
A wide view from the same viewpoint, different day:
And another spot not far away:
It was like paradise. Finally, we settled in an RV park above Central City, Colorado, 9500 feet above sea level. Here’s a view of the town (look among the trees in the center of the photo) and the valley it’s nestled in, as seen from the RV park:
Yes, it was paradise. At least, until winter came.