Monday, July 27, 2015

Camp Bores: Leadville

This past weekend, we escaped the mid-90 temps on the front-range and headed to one of the tallest cities in America - Leadville, Colorado. Mr. B told me it was the tallest, but after a short google search, I found that to not necessarily be true. What Wikipedia reads is, "Situated at an elevation of 10,152 feet, Leadville is the highest incorporated city and the second highest incorporated municipality in the United States." Anyone want to clarify "incorporated" for me? #BGeducated
We stayed a few miles outside of town, off of Tennessee Pass and on the original base training camp of the 10th Mountain Division at Camp Hale Memorial Campground (Site #3). If you are not familiar with this division of the Army, it's worth familiarizing yourself with how bad-ass they were/are. Let's just say, they took a 40+ year hiatus following WWII, then came back together in the 1980's. They are the most deployed division of the Army, even in today's war against terrorism. 
We arrived on Friday evening in the pouring rain. We set up camp, opened a bottle of wine, lit some candles, played some games and fell into bed by 9:20.
Mr. B opened his eyes Saturday morning, before 6:30AM. There is nothing I love more than sleeping-in, in the camper, so while I stayed in bed, Mr. B went exploring around the campground with his camera and in high 30 degree temps. The damp roads and fog remained from the storm and made from some really incredible photos, before the sun rose.

When I finally rolled out of bed, Mr. B was axing his foraged wood and setting it out in the sun to dry. After admiring the sexiness of my husband - a man that defines lumber sexual - I made us some breakfast. It was photo-worthy, because most times, Mr. B is the one behind the stove.
Danielle and Chad had plans to meet us Saturday morning. We met them in downtown and explored the old mining city - once home to Doc Holiday and the Unsinkable Molly Brown. We visited the local coffee roastery, the original Delaware Hotel, Melanzana, a high-end active-wear clothing company that makes all of their clothes locally, right there behind the cash register, an antique store, a really awful bakery that isn't worth mentioning, The Silver Dollar Saloon (1989) that used to host gambling/booze on the first floor and brothels upstairs, and the Past Time club where we shot a game of pool and talked about all the things we would (and wouldn't) do for tax-free money.
We followed up our drinks with a picnic lunch at Lake Turquoise, where the boys skipped rocks and made fun of the women's attempts.

By the middle of the afternoon, we headed back to camp for an off road adventure around Camp Hale.  While I fought a near case of car-sickness, Danielle was trying not to panic over the continuous cliff drops along our route. The boys were in their glory, crawling up-hill in 4-low, and heaving 300lb rocks out of our path. I am sure you can guess who was driving and who was doing the manual labor. #muscleman

We celebrated at the top with a picturesque view and a few keystone light limes. #classy
We made an incredible feast that evening for dinner and found ourselves around the campfire discussing how different our childhood's were from the boys, being judged by the lack of education we received at BG, life and death scenarios, and wrapping our heads around the purpose of satellites, life beyond earth, and the underwater sea-cables that connect the world. #deepconvos
After realizing how bright and clear the sky was, we left the campfire and carried a few blankets to the middle of the road -Notebook style. We stargazed the constellations, chased satellites across the sky with a flashlight, and smelled "she-who-may-remain-unnamed" dutch oven the rest of us.  
An ornery little squirrel who was into stealing sandals, brought Danielle and Chad out of their tent nice and early Sunday morning. Danielle in a tent? I never thought I would see the day, but Chad really is turning this city-slicker woman into a camper. However, she is already giving him fair warning that she will have her own toilet in the woods, eventually. I can't blame her!
Before hitting the road, the boys convinced us to do more off-roading through the old mine ruins. While some of us trespassed in areas unadvised, others were shatting in the woods and (maybe) taking highly-frowned-upon-souvenirs.

What we later learned was: that previously mentioned off-roading caused a nail to go directly through Big Red's tire, which required a tire swap at a rest stop on our drive back, which then caused us to get behind traffic, which ended up turning a 3 hour drive home, into 6.

Moral of the story: we shouldn't off-road.

Until next time, my friends.

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