Senior Trip: Road Trip Through Colorado – Day 7
Woke up today after hearing people yelling "Hey there's a bear!" Apparently a bear walked through part of the campground, and unfortunately none of us saw it. After a rushed breakfast, we were at the Sand Dunes at 7:00. This was a good thing for two reasons. One, no one else was there yet and would be for about another hour, and two, the sand was not burning hot yet.
The Great Sand Dunes were pretty amazing! Next to some tall mountains that we are used to, lies mountains upon mountains of sand. We spent the first hour or so exploring the dunes and summiting the tallest of the dunes (that we could tell). The unique thing about these sand mountains, is that they are always changing. If we were to go back next year, they would look completely different, and the tallest point might be located far from where it was today. We started off climbing towards the tallest of the dunes, taking pictures of the formations and trying to slide down steep slopes on cardboard (which doesn't work). Once we got to one of the taller ones, we played a game of king of the hill. This was fun because it was very hard to get hurt in the sand and we could pretty much just through each other down the slopes with little or no pain. At one point, I tackled Dylan low with his legs, he fell backwards and then flipped me over himself with his legs and I went tumbling down the mountain of sand. This game quickly got tiring, because climbing in sand takes a lot of energy out of a person. Following this game, we buried Dylan in the sand.
Next we continued our trek towards the highest peak in the sand dunes. It is a little harder than it looks because the sand moves under your feet and absorbs a lot of the energy. Once we got there we could see the entire sand dune area. I would have taken a picture, but by the time I got up there sand particle had gotten in the lens area, preventing it from being able to open when I turned it on. Soon we started the most fun part, the way down. Some of us would sprint down the steep hills, some would roll down and some would slide. We got to one place which was basically like a "sledding hill" where we went up and down many times. By this time, there were a lot of other people coming to the dunes, just in time for us to be done.
Playing in the sand dunes was a lot of fun, but it came with consequences: sand. The sand was everywhere! Pockets, ears, hair, nose, fingernails, neck, toes... The park had some outdoor showers (like you would find on a beach) for us to wash off at. The water was freezing cold and it was hard to get completely clean without private showers. We continued to remove sand from our hair for a few days.
After we were finished seeing the sand dunes, we began the drive to Denver. The big city was very different from what we were used to seeing. We walked around the "16th Street Mall" which is a road full of shops, and only buses can drive through (and the buses were free!). In the middle where the median would be, there were pianos that anyone could play. Dylan enjoyed this idea and took advantage of the opportunity. Soon after, we left the mile high city.
Boulder, Colorado was next. Dylan had told us that this was the most liberal and progressive city that we will have ever seen. He was right. We spent the time walking around the "Pearl Street Mall" which is much like Iowa City's Ped Mall, an outdoor strip of stores with only pedestrian traffic. This area was full of life, with tourist, vendors, street performers, and homeless people. T, Andrew and I stopped at one street performer's show. His name was "Blue" and he juggled fire and knives. He was very energetic, outgoing and friendly, which made for an enjoyable show. Somehow, he chose me to help him with one of his stunts. I went out there, he introduced me to the crowd, and then explained his stunt. He was going to stand on my shoulders and juggle fire. Fortunately he didn't weigh much, so it was pretty easy to hold him up. All I had to do was hold onto his ankles, and then he juggled fire sticks! It was a lot of fun.
Later, Andrew, T and I went to a place called "MaiBerry" and got some strawberry lemonade. We had never heard of it, but it was very good! I would highly recommend it. Shortly after that we decided to go look for a campsite since it was getting late. The other three guys wanted to stay longer, so we drove to the closest campsite we could find. It was in Lyons, a town about 20 minutes from Boulder. Pulled in at about 9:30, didn't look like there were many people camping there, which made sense because it was a Monday night. I went up and knocked on the door of the Campground Hosts' RV. He was an older guy with a southern accent. I told him I needed a spot, so he grabbed for his reservation book while asking if anyone in the party was older than 21. I said no. He said we can't camp there. I asked why. He said that one time a group of kids came and had a party with alcohol and he doesn't want that again. I assured him that none of us ever drink alcohol and that we would be going to sleep right away and not cause him any trouble. He reconsidered, and grabbed for the book again, and asked how many people we had. I said six. He then scoffed, and said that I would have to go somewhere else, as he does not host parties at his campsite. At this point I was furious with the guy, because now it was dark, we had driven all the way there to get the spot, and we no longer had a place to stay. I pleaded with him once but he insisted that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. So I left without saying anything. I'm still angry with this man. Never go to "Lyons Meadow Campground" in Lyons, Colorado.
So, the three of us had to drive back to Boulder to pick up David, Dylan, and Robbie, and drive all the way to Fort Collins, about another hour away. I had not eaten dinner yet, and by this time we were all irritable. We ended up staying in Fort Collins and it was fine, but I still cannot believe that guy at the campground. His loss though, he didn't get our money.