A Road Trip: Rocky Mountain High

Rocky Mountains, Colorado

Hello, Hello! Sorry for the long delay in this story. Between starting my new job in and being in a constant flux of healthy and sick (who would have thought elementary schools would cause that) I’ve struggled with getting any new posts written.

However, after feeling near 100% once again and finally settling into my new job, I’m ready to continue telling the story of our road trip. I mean after all, there is still plenty of things that happened in Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Oklahoma, so let’s get back to it!

For those that don’t recall or are just jumping into this story, the last place I had left Camp Daddy, The Rival, and myself was in the car on our way to the campsite. The location was fairly remote, and when I say remote, I mean some of the roads were no longer paved and we went dangerously close to the edge on a few occasions.

However, when we finally got to the campsite, we could not have asked for a better location. It was slightly off the main road and although it had a few campers scattered in tents around it, we were getting to set up shop in the middle of the Rockies.

Campsite at O.C. Mugrage Campground

Behind our tent and to the side of it we had a creek that I would say was more roaring over yelling. We weren’t sure if the area had gotten a lot of rain or what the case really was with it, but it was definitely above the noise level of “babbling.”

If you look behind our tent you can get a slight idea of how far other campers were. We called that one and another farther back the “Kyle” area. We aren’t sure whether or not any of them were actually named Kyle, but the way they were chugging Mountain Dew from a two liter while doing vape tricks just lined up too nicely with the popular meme.

Camp Daddy taking a photo of me taking a photo of him

The setup of our tent took no time at all and soon we were pulling out some drinks to help celebrate The Rival’s birthday. It was at this time our “cook,” aka Camp Daddy, decided to pull out all the works for The Rival’s birthday. He wanted to eat like a cowboy, and so a ton of burgers, beans, and corn were soon made.

Camp Daddy making The Rival’s birthday feast

Soon after we finished eating, we made sure that all leftover food was washed down the creek. With this area being remote, there was no area for garbage cans to throw things away, and with the threat of bears, we didn’t want to take the chance. Once everything was cleaned and safely locked in the car, we took some seats around the fire and relaxed.

Overall, it was a relatively relaxing night. We had drove for a full day and were tired by the time we hunkered down to rest. I had called it an earlier night than Camp Daddy and The Rival after my stomach took a bad turn on me. I could hear them from the tent though, talking about Dungeons and Dragons and how two trees across the creek from us looked like they were going to open a portal to the Feywild.

That evening was not as eventful as our first in Kansas, but a few notable things had happened for some of us. I had woken up once to the sounds of animal moving off in the tall grass across the street from our camp. I ended up waking The Rival to step outside with me to use the restroom, since I was still rendered blind with my contacts out and glasses sitting at home.

For The Rival, he had two different things happen to him in the night. The first was him getting attack by Camp Daddy. A fun fact that had been touched on before is that The Rival often likes to pester Camp Daddy by touching him, which is something he hates. Well, when The Rival rolled over in his sleep, apparently Camp Daddy went into ninja mode in his sleep and grasped his arm tightly, scaring The Rival awake.

The other thing that happened to The Rival is he swore up and down that he heard someone whisper his name outside of the tent. Although we had all said it a few times, neither Camp Daddy or myself had woken up to hear this phantom voice pestering The Rival. Since he was the one sleeping closest to the roaring creek, we did our best to chalk it up that.

And that’s it for this post! Come back later this week to read about our next day, which includes a trek to a hot spring that was cold and a long drive to Moab, Utah. Don’t forget to follow me on social media or to just follow this blog if you’ve enjoyed the content!

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Author: tynoel

Professional writer and blogger. Author of the book A Monstrous Tomorrow.

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