We went camping back in August and had a blast. We ditched Golden and packed up the dogs and way too much stuff and headed out to Turquoise Lake, which is just beyond Leadville (apparently the birthplace of one of Jim's relatives, who knew). It was beautiful out there. All sunsets and lake views and beautiful pole pines. Here is Jim cooking dinner:
Here is the view of the lake from the campground.
We cooked a great dinner over the fire and enjoyed playing some games with our doggers tied up nearby. Took a lot of walks and watched Lucy idiotically jump into the ice cold mountain lake. She was cold, but she had fun.
And that wasn't the end of the cold. I was much too optimistic that the high-80s Denver temps would bleed up into the mountains and I was incorrect. By the time the sun set, I was freezing and didn't bring enough clothes. It was so cold, in fact, that the dogs were shivering for the entire night and had to crawl into the sleeping bag with us to stop their hypothermia. I felt so bad for them. I felt bad for myself too! Chilly and no sleep. Here we are being chilly:
We didn't stay long in the morning after breakfast, but the drive was beautiful as well. When we pulled over to let the dogs pee, we came across an old shack buried back in the trees. Someone obviously lives there, but it's also the creepiest thing I've ever seen. Whomever lives there hung an animal skeleton on the door in an effort, I'm assuming, to ward off unwanted visitors. Like us. We're lucky we made it out alive....
That's the recount of the camping trip. Next time, I'm bringing my down jacket and thickest long underwear. And buying the dogs their own jackets and sleeping bags! :)
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