We had a late start. We didn’t set an alarm, decided on bacon for breakfast, then stopped at the grocery store before we were headed out of town with Trail Ridge Road in our sights. We arrived to the park around 10am and to the 12,183ft summit of Trail Ridge… right around the same time a huge thunderstorm did. We took cover in the Visitor Center and gift shop, playing “tourist” for an hour or so while we waited for the storm to pass.
Rain turned to hail, hail turned to snow, and finally the sun broke through again. The quick Colorado storm actually worked out in our favor– most of the tourists headed back to their hotels in Estes Park to take shelter from the so called “massive storm front” that the rangers warned us was headed our way. We now had the park to ourselves!
We cruised around the valley for a while, stopping for our picnic and to enjoy the new green landscape that the heavy springtime rains have brought us. The temperatures were rising, the crowds were falling, and our day in the park was turning out to be wonderful despite the slow morning and early thunderstorm.
I caught sight of an impressive series of waterfalls created by the new snowmelt and– obviously– demanded that we head that way! While I scrambled about the rocks to get to the top of the water flow, Ryan opted to stay at the bottom with his fishing rod. I received breathtaking views of the valley, surrounded by the sound of rushing water while Ryan fished. He had no luck with the trout today, but no flies were lost to the rocks or brush, and that’s always a victory to be celebrated.
“Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints, kill nothing but time.”