Last camping spot of the trip, Collegiate Peaks, is located in Central Colorado nestled among 14’ers. We pitched the tent and met our campground host, a very loquacious elder gentleman from Ohio.
We strung our hammock up and swayed in the shade away from the summer sun listening to birds and watching ninja squirrels duel it out. Board and card games filled the night as we relaxed and recuperated from a long journey throughout the country. In the morning, we breakfasted at a local establishment and drove through rolling hills and angular mountains to the Royal Gorge. The Arkansas River carved the Royal Gorge’s 1100 feet walls like your Dad carves a Thanksgiving turkey.
After stopping to order our marriage documents, Ann and I checked into a whitewater rafting company. Our trip would be through the Royal Gorge braving Class IV and V rapids.
The ferocious journey took two and a half hours, and it was as exhilarating as it was scary. I personally saved three drowning orphans from the jaws of Sledgehammer Rapids and battled mountain goats in hand-to-hand combat to the death.
After rafting, we quenched our thirsts and appeased our rumbling tummies at a local pizza joint. The following morning, we made our way through eastern Colorado and the monotonous Kansas – Dorothy should have stayed in Oz.
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