I shouldn’t like the Steamboat RV Park as much as I do. It’s an old KOA; probably doesn’t meet their standards anymore. It’s a funky place. Lot’s of old rigs with people living in them as “affordable” housing. Back-to-back sites. Basically, a trailer park.
But boy is it loaded with birds… and trees… and flowers. The Yampa River flows right through it, with an old bridge across the river to tent camping sites on the other side. I can make a circuitous walk following every road and every loop that takes about half an hour to do one lap.
But that’s it for Steamboat. There is a repertory theatre in Grand Lake that needs attention. We worked at the coach in the morning, left by eleven, had lunch at the top of Rabbit Ears Pass (our third time over that pass in the last ten days), drove down to Kremmling, and followed the Colorado River northeast to Grand Lake, the western portal to Rocky Mountain National Park. We’re high here, 8,500 feet, and rugged. The RV Park has streams all through it, and sites cut into the willows and forest. It’s like a forest service park, (which we have generally sized ourselves out of), but we can fit here, and it has full hookups! What a fun place to be. Our first walk outside the coach, we found ourselves within ten feet of a yearling moose, standing on the other side of a willow, munching his way through the bush towards us.
Hummingbirds, juncos, moose, a red fox crossed the trail within three feet of me. Yes. This is where we want to be.
