SECOND ATTEMPT

After spending a few days at the home base doing some minor fixes to the van gathering up some orders of wanted goods. I decided to head back out and check out the spots I saw when leaving FSR 300 aka Rampart Range Rd. Only this time I went south to COS and over to Woodland Park and then backtracked my route that I followed out a few days prior. This was the week of July 4th. It was a nice drive and I found FSR road FSR 943 after checking out a few others. 5 campsites all nice, except on the lower 3 areas previous campers had left a large amount of trash and gear…that was a real turn off but i was just going to cover it up with a trap and enjoy the beauty of the scenery (videos of the messes in slide show) but as i was getting ready to settle in a camper above had left his site. I drove to it and felt pleased! Very little trash but broken auto glass where I was going to park. All good! I broke out the rake (one of the items i picked up in town is a must have for me now!) I went at it, raked the whole area, cleaned out and re-built the fire ring, and made a hole for my biodegradable poop bags. It felt good. I liked the spot!

The next week was truly enjoyable. I felt that i was on the right track, exploring with Ozzie, doing yoga, writing a bit, taking some pictures, opened up lightroom…all the stuff I had lost my joy for in my depression started to come back!
My campsite was in the shade in the morning so i got into the routine of moving it forward to catch the morning sun to recharge my batteries, and while that was going on it was walk time. Found a alpine meadow that was very beautiful and thought that could be the spot. The camping area filled up with others over the 4th easy access from the springs and the locals at woodland park…all was good as this was a no shooting area site but the guns were going off just a few miles away! Ozzie was a bit agitated but actually got used to it! All days had an afternoon thunderstorm, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Had a morning visit by some bears! Talked to a few people, and a bit of happiness was creeping back into my soul. Which was helping me remember how blessed I truly was, i will always miss my son but I was thankful that we were on such good terms when he passed…for that I am grateful.
Alas this place was not the spot to say goodbye. I decided to pack it up and head back to home base for a few of my fix it tasks and continue the search for the spot!