There have been two types of days at my camp on Turquoise Lake near Leadville CO. The first type is partly to mostly sunny and windy, but nice enough when you’re in the sun. On these days, I’ll take my camp chair down the hill to the beach and read while listening to birds call and watching the waves come in.
Or, I’ll take a walk along the trail that parallels the shore. More of the aspen are changing color for fall and there is no shortage of photo opportunities.
Following the trail clockwise around the lake, I discover a picnic area complete with grills. During less windy times of the year, I imagine this would be a great place to enjoy lunch.
Playing with different views of the lake is an entertaining exercise. I’m told that I have a good eye for photo composition. I don’t think this was an innate talent, but something I developed by taking a lot of photos of the same subject and reviewing them later to see what looked most interesting. I catch pictures of the lake through the trees…
Pictures with objects of interest in the foreground…
And pictures following the edge of the lake. Which is best? Well, that’s the neat thing about art. It’s subjective, so there is no “best”. Guidelines for what makes good art go in and out of vogue. Everyone’s free to decide for themselves.
One evening I walk down to the boat ramp, the camp host is gone for the season and his site stands empty. The electric pedestal is padlocked, the water turned off, and the Firewood mailbox is empty. Visitation at the lake is dropping, which I’m fine with as I enjoy the peace and quiet.
On these nicer days, there aren’t enough clouds for a great sunset, but the lake still looks interesting: opaque and secretive.
The second type of day is mostly overcast with scattered thunderstorms, and windy of course. On those days, I don’t venture outside the Casita other than to play roulette with the weather and put my solar out during the few patches of clear sky to bring in a little power before the next rain cloud passes over.
On one of these evenings, I see the bottoms of the clouds glowing near sunset and duck out into a light rain and barrel down to the beach at a jog. This is the sunset I’ve been waiting for!
Being stranded has turned out to be a surprisingly social experience. I meet up with two blog readers from Denver who take me to the Golden Burro in town. The service is a bit slow, but the food is good and the atmosphere is neat. This restaurant has been here since 1938.
I’m also invited over to the neighbors at the campground for taco salad. They’re locals who work Friday through Monday doing demos at a grocery store, then come out to the lake and fish on Tuesday through Thursday. Their old fiberglass Class A motorhome is really neat, and the food is great too, there’s even a pie at the end!
The 15th starts no different from the previous week. I wake up, peer outside, and conclude it’s going to be the ‘mostly sunny and windy’ type of day. But while perusing Facebook, I discover that the Xscapers SoCo convergence is starting tomorrow and less than 60 miles south of Leadville. Darn, if only my truck was already fixed.
To make a long story short, the hosts of the event (Christie and Brian of Spot the Scotts) realize my plight and offer to come tow Cas down to Salida, and drive me back up to Leadville on Tuesday when Bertha is fixed. They arrive late in the afternoon with the tow vehicle used to haul their 41′ fifth-wheel. We conclude it’s probably enough truck for the Casita.
An hour and a half later, I’m set up at the convergence boondocking area northwest of Poncha Springs. A nearly-full moon rises behind the trailer.
Like at the Xscapers convergence in Quartzsite last January, the first nightly campfire goes rather late and is a good time. Today the festivities officially start, it should be an enjoyable week!
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