Com'on home to Green River

Hello Everyone, 

I wrote this last night, cooped up in my camper. 

------------- Aspen was a bust. I had planned to follow in the footsteps of fellow Canadian, Paul Gross who really put the town on the map with his 1993 movie Aspen Extreme. And while I did make it, I didn't stay. My Aspen idea (get it?) had been to camp like I do everywhere else, out in the boonies somewhere, but when I got there, I realized that was not going to happen. Half of Colorado, it seemed, was had made the trek for the fall colours. I've got time on my hands on this trip, so I'm not usually in a rush, but one of the luxuries of this is, paradoxically, that I don't have to put up with traffic jams. I can just head somewhere else. Even getting to Aspen was a thing. The highway from Salida was beautiful, as you go over a big mountain pass, but it was crowded with cars, both on the road and pulled off to the side so people could take pictures. Oddly, despite steep falls in many spots, there were barely any guardrails. Once over the pass, the road narrows considerably in the descent into town. I had to slow to a crawl, edge way over to the side with the edge of my truck almost scrapping the rock face, and fold in my mirrors to let another rig pass by. It took awhile to get through. Once in town, I encountered more traffic, as there was some construction going on. The one free campsite I had looked at was full, and I realized that I wasn't going to have much fun in this town. Everything would be packed. The stores, the roads and the trails. I figured I should head back to Salida. I tried one more free campsite on the way out, figuring that the very bumpy forest road might deter the masses. But no, it just made it a hassle when I had to execute an 18 point turn to head back out. So, I went back over the mountain pass and drove back to Salida, knowing I would find a spot there. I spent the day today driving towards Park City, Utah. I'm camped out in the desert outside of Green River. The desert is nice at night when it's warm and dry. It's probably mid 20s at 9pm. A change from the near freezing conditions of the mountains at night. But they don't call it desert biking. There's a reason I'm heading back for the hills. Wes

Photos 

A few shots of my campsite for the night. That is the Green River in the background.