We pulled into the campground at the Ridgway State Park, and since it was still early we ran back up to Montrose to hit the Starbucks and get online for a bit. We've been fairly busy the last couple days and the internet access that we thought we had solved bit us in the ass again! At the campground in Blue Mesa, we had cell phone coverage on Edge, not super, but pretty good. We tethered the phone and went online for a little while, but as it was so slow we gave up after we had cancelled our reservations at Taylor Lake. Well, the next morning I get an email from AT&T stating that I exceeded my "roaming data limit". I didn't even know what that was??? I called and found out that even with our 5GB plan, I am only "allowed" to roam on other towers for data for 24 MB! That is a minuscule amount, my friends. AT&T went on to say that if I continued to exceed my roaming amount for several billing cycles, I would be restricted to only get data from AT&T towers! I was pissed, but decided to see what happens as we travel. The other very interesting part of this is I have no indication when I am roaming or not!!
Anyway enough of that. As I said earlier we decided to check out the Taylor Lake campground, and that we had cancelled our reservation there due to construction. I wanted to show you Taylor Lake from the perspective of where we were supposed to camp.
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| Taylor Lake |
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| "Our campsite" |
Oh well, we'll get there another time. We went over to Tin Cup, a restored ghost town about 8 miles from Taylor Lake, another spot we had missed. It was pretty cool, lots of people living there, and most importantly, actually restoring and making it better.
One of our friends at Pagosa Springs, Fred, told us to be sure to check out the old cemetery if we got to Tin Cup. First of all, it was tough to find. Ended up north of town on another little tiny road. But it was worth it. It was on three different knolls on the other side of a beaver pond, Catholic Knoll, Jewish Knoll, and Protestant Knoll. It covered many acres, graves were scattered all over a quiet, beautiful forest. If you are so inclined it would be a fine final resting place.
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| Cemetery |
The next day we took a big loop north of Gunnison, up over Ohio Pass into Crested Butte, and back around, about 125 miles. It was a beautiful day. We passed some absolutely gorgeous ranches on the way. This was one that really caught our eye. The round top roofs were unique and the barn was sensational.
The road took us higher and higher up through an aspen grove.
Past Castle Rock.
Up and over Ohio Pass.
Crested Butte is a cool little ski town. Seemed fairly busy. We laughed as we observed Crested Butte must be down in the pecking order, Vail, Aspen, Breckinridge, Telluride, then Crested Butte. Read, more affordable:) Ski towns always look a bit bleak with out the snow.
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| Condos |
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| Crested Butte |
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| The town |
Now I want to tell you about our unexpected and unwelcome visitor. You know as you lie there asleep, you start to rise into consciousness when you hear or feel something out of the ordinary. That happened to us at about 4am! We became aware of Bert, our cat bouncing and leaping around the bed. Now he sleeps with us for the most part and he might walk around a bit, but DOES NOT leap around. Jan came to first, and as she started to kick Bert off the bed, felt another small moving lump on the bed! She woke me completely, by this time Bert had screamed out front hot in pursuit of..........a MOUSE! Now we have never had a mouse in our motorhome, or have we ever heard of anyone having a mouse in a motorhome. Bert was being a normal cat, batting this creature around, but not killing it. We were jumping around trying to get it, while Bert is running it back and forth in and out of the corners. We kept missing it and finally it crawled up under the dash to disappear. What a shock. We were wide awake by now, needless to say, so made the coffee and started our day by heading into town and getting lots of mouse traps. Set them here and there and expected to get a mouse certainly that night, but nothing. So where did it go, out the way it came in, of which we really have no idea, it's not like the motorhome has holes in it. Maybe it could get in the basements, but in the living area? We sure hope it's gone, but the traps will remain for a week or so. We'll see.
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