Colorado sure is scenic! We left the Air Force Academy and drove on back roads past Denver. We were headed
toward Golden, Colorado, home of the Coors brewery. We went through peaceful valleys, through quaint little villages, and along rushing mountain streams. One got the feeling of being out in the wilderness, but in fact we were only a bend in the road away from civilization. I guess the area we drove through (just west of Denver) is an area where people who work in Denver live, or at least retreat to on weekends. New houses in a style that fits into the countryside, made of wood and native stone, are sprinkled throughout the valleys and along the mountainsides.
Golden is an interesting town, quite old for that part of the country. Adolph Coors (the last name was probably Kurs or Kurz in the original German) founded his brewery in the
late 1800s, at first quenching the thirst of early settlers, miners, and adventurers. The excellent mountain water helped further the popularity of the brew so that it now is distributed nationwide. We didn't spend a great deal of time in Golden, except for the main street there wasn't a whole lot more unless one made a visit to the brewery or to the miner's museum. We didn't have the time nor the inclination to do either, so we had a little lunch, perused some shops, and pressed on toward Boulder.
Boulder, Colorado, is a bustling city, well-known for its university and various other (mainly environmental) research institutions. We were on a tight schedule because we wanted to reach Cheyenne, Wyoming, by nightfall, so we actually just drove through Boulder, stopping only for a coffee.
We did reach Cheyenne in time to secure a campsite at the F. E. Warren Air Force Base campground. Having been in the Air Force for 23 years does have its benefits. Sometimes the benefits are bette
r than at other times. This applies to the Air Force campgrounds as well – some are better than others. The F. E. Warren campground wouldn't be bad if it weren't in a damp, swampy hollow near a creek. The location resulted in plenty of mosquitoes, such that it became almost impossible to spend any time outdoors. In addition, a thunderstorm with a mega downpour put the place under about a foot of water. Other than having to run from the campground office (where I had been trapped by the storm while I was using the Internet connection) to our RV site in the rain mixed with hail, we remained high and dry in our RV and closed out day 21.
toward Golden, Colorado, home of the Coors brewery. We went through peaceful valleys, through quaint little villages, and along rushing mountain streams. One got the feeling of being out in the wilderness, but in fact we were only a bend in the road away from civilization. I guess the area we drove through (just west of Denver) is an area where people who work in Denver live, or at least retreat to on weekends. New houses in a style that fits into the countryside, made of wood and native stone, are sprinkled throughout the valleys and along the mountainsides.Golden is an interesting town, quite old for that part of the country. Adolph Coors (the last name was probably Kurs or Kurz in the original German) founded his brewery in the
late 1800s, at first quenching the thirst of early settlers, miners, and adventurers. The excellent mountain water helped further the popularity of the brew so that it now is distributed nationwide. We didn't spend a great deal of time in Golden, except for the main street there wasn't a whole lot more unless one made a visit to the brewery or to the miner's museum. We didn't have the time nor the inclination to do either, so we had a little lunch, perused some shops, and pressed on toward Boulder.Boulder, Colorado, is a bustling city, well-known for its university and various other (mainly environmental) research institutions. We were on a tight schedule because we wanted to reach Cheyenne, Wyoming, by nightfall, so we actually just drove through Boulder, stopping only for a coffee.
We did reach Cheyenne in time to secure a campsite at the F. E. Warren Air Force Base campground. Having been in the Air Force for 23 years does have its benefits. Sometimes the benefits are bette
r than at other times. This applies to the Air Force campgrounds as well – some are better than others. The F. E. Warren campground wouldn't be bad if it weren't in a damp, swampy hollow near a creek. The location resulted in plenty of mosquitoes, such that it became almost impossible to spend any time outdoors. In addition, a thunderstorm with a mega downpour put the place under about a foot of water. Other than having to run from the campground office (where I had been trapped by the storm while I was using the Internet connection) to our RV site in the rain mixed with hail, we remained high and dry in our RV and closed out day 21. 
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