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 Livin' it up at the Well, there wasn't a washing line to be seen.  Approaches to canon City from the east |
6/8/2011 Pueblo to Dakota Hot Springs.
D 49 T 2.5hrs, Av 18 Total 3674Km
Bernard and I spent the morning listening to music and swapping songs on our computers. He has the most diverse collection I have seen for some time, our tastes were similar. It was great recharge my music .
I have so much on i tunes, unfortunately it is so proprietry that copying it is difficult. Bernard had his in Mp3 format which was great.
Peering out the window in the front yard was a Mule Deer feeding, quite amazing but putting it in perspective, an American seeing a roo in a house block would be just as amazed.
I left some gear at their place to lighten the load for the next few days. Food however will replace any losses I made.
Canyon City is about 5600ft and Trout Creek Pass enroute rises to 9346ft so some climbing is to be expected.
Tone had told me to go to Dakota Hot Springs, otherwise known as the Well.
On arriving, I enquired as to the scene. It was just as cheap to hire a trailer for the night as camp, not to mention the amount of rocks on the ground, after all this was desert.
The trailer I hired was a modest affair to say the least. As I walked past the pool, almost everyone appeared to have forgotten to bring their swimmers. It was bring your own grog, great concept.
It was quite fitting that I should be spending the night of my birthday in my birthday suit.
I unloaded the gear, slung my towel over my shoulder and strolled across to the pool, naked as a husked corn cob.
This for me this was a realitively new experience. As the night wore on, being at ease with my own nakedness wa.
The scene was relaxed with any number of people to chat to. Many of whom bring their RV’s and camp out the back.
I must admit there were some people present that were totally at ease with bodies far short of an oil painting, good on them.
I said to Tone how do they feel about single middle aged men fronting up. “Cool”, he said, it’s the older local guys with an all over tan that can be a drama.
On both accounts I was safe, My bum was the whitest on show.
The mineral water was most relaxing. I showered and retreated to the pad about midnight.
It was another different experience in this fascinating country. Sleep came easy.
D 49 T 2.5hrs, Av 18 Total 3674Km
Bernard and I spent the morning listening to music and swapping songs on our computers. He has the most diverse collection I have seen for some time, our tastes were similar. It was great recharge my music .
I have so much on i tunes, unfortunately it is so proprietry that copying it is difficult. Bernard had his in Mp3 format which was great.
Peering out the window in the front yard was a Mule Deer feeding, quite amazing but putting it in perspective, an American seeing a roo in a house block would be just as amazed.
I left some gear at their place to lighten the load for the next few days. Food however will replace any losses I made.
Canyon City is about 5600ft and Trout Creek Pass enroute rises to 9346ft so some climbing is to be expected.
Tone had told me to go to Dakota Hot Springs, otherwise known as the Well.
On arriving, I enquired as to the scene. It was just as cheap to hire a trailer for the night as camp, not to mention the amount of rocks on the ground, after all this was desert.
The trailer I hired was a modest affair to say the least. As I walked past the pool, almost everyone appeared to have forgotten to bring their swimmers. It was bring your own grog, great concept.
It was quite fitting that I should be spending the night of my birthday in my birthday suit.
I unloaded the gear, slung my towel over my shoulder and strolled across to the pool, naked as a husked corn cob.
This for me this was a realitively new experience. As the night wore on, being at ease with my own nakedness wa.
The scene was relaxed with any number of people to chat to. Many of whom bring their RV’s and camp out the back.
I must admit there were some people present that were totally at ease with bodies far short of an oil painting, good on them.
I said to Tone how do they feel about single middle aged men fronting up. “Cool”, he said, it’s the older local guys with an all over tan that can be a drama.
On both accounts I was safe, My bum was the whitest on show.
The mineral water was most relaxing. I showered and retreated to the pad about midnight.
It was another different experience in this fascinating country. Sleep came easy.
