Tag: Camping
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Bob, Pam, and their shiny Airstream met up with us on the edge of the Sangre de Cristo mountains last weekend. After arriving, we laughed about the miles of cow pastures we’d all nervously driven through, wondering if we’d ever find the tree-wrapped campground we’d only ever seen photos of online. Thankfully the pin-straight road…
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The Scene: It’s a national holiday weekend. A dear friend has spent her hard-earned money to fly in for the weekend. A rustic campsite high in the mountains is reserved. After a long day of far too many commitments, Friday evening found the Beangle and I dropped off as 1) the campsite must be reserved…
