30th August. What a day. We didn’t know it at first. I like to take my time, hike, enjoy the scenery, driving, but not too much. But a road trip is always full of surprises.
We started slowly, with a good breakfast in the tiny town of Crested Butte. We drove along the Elk Loop and saw a bunch of wild animals. Then we spent most of the afternoon looking at the Maroon Bells, in Aspen. We had to leave and reach Moab, Utah, that was the only night that I’ve booked in advance.
As we were driving West, we left the mountains and entered the desert. The temperature kept going up – we woke up at 50°F (10°C) in Crested Butte, and it was already 90° (30°).
On the map, Manu saw the name Colorado National Monument, I pictured a big rock in the middle of nowhere. I was wrong. Colorado National Monument is way more than just a rock. It’s the door to the Wild Wild West.
Dramatic sky before dusk. The crazy thing is that there’s a campground right there.
