Bear Creek Trail- Telluride, CO

The town of Telluride, CO is a stunning destination in the summer. Nestled between magnificent mountains at an elevation of nearly 9000’… it is a great place to beat the heat.


Every trail from town leads upward into these spectacular views… some more steeply than others. Acclimating to the altitude can take a few days, so a more gradual climb like the Bear Creek Trail is a good choice for those first days’ outings.


The trail begins on the southern edge of town, just off the river trail at the end of Pine Street and ascends about 1000 ft in 2.5 miles at a steady, moderate incline. . Wildflowers bloom along the roadside and across the meadows that open up to reveal craggy peaks and spacious hillsides.


The weather can change quickly here, so go prepared. I was pleased to discover that, during a light summer shower, an umbrella can provide a comfortable mobile shelter without trapping body heat like a poncho.



At the end if the trail you will find yourself perched on the hillside with Bear Creek Falls splashing beside you. It is worth going the entire way. Take a lunch and sit for a spell. Enjoy.

What a great way to spend a day!



Last night we stopped beside of a mountain lake in a steady summer rain.
We watched the sunset create an orange mist that expanded to envelop us. 


lakeside sunset

A blue heron stepped stealthily along the coast, stabbing at an aquatic menu while we enjoyed a warm dinner….comfortable, dry, warm inside of our new home on wheels. 

While we’ve had many similar moments from the shelter of a tent or, more recently a popup tent trailer… The convenience of pulling into a spot and just “being home” in this “just big enough” Class C motorhome holds the promise of many more travel adventures in our future. 


Ben and Geo Caching... a team

Ready to spend time exploring some new places? 

Sure, let’s go!

Rivers, Stars and Birthdays

The Colorado River has been a major feature in my life.  For over half a century I have lived within the watershed of this river, worked and played along its banks and marveled at the many faces it reveals along the miles of its route.

In the course of  adventures over the past two weeks I have been able to stand beside the Colorado River  and see it at different stages of its life.  In the high meadows of Rocky Mountain National Park, a youthful river splashed and gurgled as I stepped across it… while the torrent of water that roared beneath the bridge at the bottom of the Grand Canyon was powerful and determined.

It strikes me that gazing at an infant stream is much like staring at a star through a telescope… across light years of time.  I know that the image is from the past… that the more aged version exists beyond my view… And time seems an arbitrary notion in this simultaneous reality.

Heady contemplation on the day I become officially old enough to retire.

Crossing that stream.