It’s our last night in Colorado after two weeks and I have to say, I’m really sad to go. There are a bunch of us pulling out tomorrow and there’s a sense of camaraderie among those of us who’ve been here all week. We chat in the laundry room, discuss routes to our next stops and talk about the week we spent together.
This has been an especially memorable week. There was the Silverton Train, ziplining with the boys and a trip to Telluride for the bluegrass festival today. Almost more memorable, however, is the staff and people we met at the Durango KOA. People were so friendly and the campground so intimate and amazingly run that we felt like part of a family. Nightly movies, scavenger hunts, donkey wagon rides, daily pancake breakfasts and homemade, delicious pizza delivered to the site made for an outstanding week.
As we gathered in the laundry room tonight, watching the nearby and newly ignited forest fire as it shades the setting sun, we discuss our travels, adventures, and mishaps like old friends. This is my favorite part of camping. As the new group of travelers begin checking in and setting up, we realize it is our time to go. There are new adventures to be made and a new group of campers to enjoy this beautiful space.
