I know. I haven’t been camping since MT was like..5 years old. MT. The Marine.
Yeah, that was a long time ago. Don’t remind me.
We went to Eleven Mile State Park and it was really beautiful. We chose a back country camp site which required a half mile hike to get to it. We took Malachi with us and I think if we had known the full situation we might not have. He’s older now and has a harder time with the hike in and the cold at night. It was very hot during the day and it was pretty freaking cold at night. He struggles with the cold so we would bundle him into the tent and try and keep him warm. He did okay though did have a pretty good time. He chased chipmunks, played in the lake, fell in the lake totally upside down-legs straight up (that was hilarious and scary) and slept in the tent like he owned it.
The trail to the tent was pretty technical. It wasn’t difficult but it was technical and I would not take heavy coolers or strollers to get to it. We saw both of those things happen.
We had no idea it was so much of a task to get back into the campsite so none of us were prepared but we were more prepared than other people and we had four grown adults to pack stuff back and a six year old who could walk on his own. Reluctantly but he could.
By the end of the weekend we had completely fallen in love with the place, it was so secluded and beautiful and just what we needed. I take that back…there was a fire ban so we couldn’t have a fire but other than that…it was perfectly lovely. We ate s’mores. We drank wine. Okay, they drank wine. I watched them drink wine. We laughed a LOT. Theboy explored and fished and played and got dirty and was a boy camping which is what is supposed to happen. It was a really great weekend.
I did not run. I hiked a lot the first and second day and got my time in but running would prove to be too difficult. There wasn’t a really great place to run that wasn’t a direct trail to someone else’s campsite. I figured that would be awkward. The rain poured the second afternoon and by the third morning even my second pair of shoes were wet so I just gave up on the whole running thing and called it good. I have three layers of dirt on me at least. I’ve used the campground facilities more times than I ever wanted to in my whole life (gross gross gross) and oh my gosh I was cold.
My next post I’ll talk about the camping a little bit more. This post was a good “oh my gosh look how beautiful it is” post and also..you can totally be jealous. We passed probably twenty campgrounds at least on the way up to this one. Welcome to Colorado. I’d like to say this is special but this is just us on a regular day. We’re always gorgeous.