After a painfully long work week, Ryan and I were in need of a vacation. Luckily for us, we live within an hour of a favorite weekend getaway. Just past Jamestown is Ceran St. Vrain, which is host to a beautiful trail that is dotted with dispersed campsites along the South Saint Vrain Creek. We had our eye on campsites while on the way to Miller Rock (a pleasant hike that I would recommend to anyone looking for an easy summit) and once we finally came and camped two years ago, we were hooked.
So without further adieu, we packed up our overnight necessities (hammocks, fishing gear, cameras) and made a quick stop at the market (because what would camping be without some brats, s’mores ingredients, beer and wine?) before heading out of town.
Ryan headed straight for the river and got his flies in the water. It took some persistence of navigating the narrow, densely covered river but his patience paid off and he was able to catch six brown & brook trout before the evening thunderstorm rolled in. The trout here were very small, but very cute.
Our good friend, Oscar, is moving to Vermont later this week and so he came along on our trip as one final “wahoo!” in Colorado. Luckily for me, Oscar owns the same camera I do (Nikon D3200) enjoys learning its capabilities just as much as I do. While Ryan fished, Oscar and I ventured up and down the river, up and down the valley, in and out of the forest searching for the right shot. I had a blast exploring, learning, and gaining different insight on our “subjects”. It’s always nice having someone to stumble through a new hobby with.
As the sun fell behind the mountains and the temperature began to drop, the three of us found ourselves back at camp ready to get our fire started. Quick snacks were inhaled and wood was chopped (plenty of beetle kill means there is plenty of firewood). The temperatures at night are staying pretty high in the Front Range around this time (40s-50s), allowing us to stay around the fire roasting our weenies and assembling our s’mores late into the night. Once we ran out of wine, food, and conversation, we headed to our sleeping bags.
This is just the vacation I needed.
“Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, kill nothing but time.”