The more time I spend in the mountains the more I realize Denver isn’t close enough.
We left Friday evening for a fourth of July camping trip near Crested Butte, about four hours southwest of Denver.
We arrived in the dark and spent our first night sleeping in the truck. Saturday morning we woke up early and found an amazing secluded spot, 30 minutes from town.
While the others biked, I napped in the hammock, read and watched the 5 dogs. Remi found the largest stick possible and wouldn’t stop begging to play fetch all weekend.
One of the best parts of this camping was that we were actually able to get a good group together. Several of our trips have been cancelled due to lack of interest and we were happy to finally have others join us.
My favorite part of any camping trip is the s’mores and to celebrate the fourth, we brought out the sparklers!