Only for a night, but our camping trip was a nice change from the hectic cities we’ve visited over the past few months.
Only 120 miles from Denver you can find endless plains, open interstates, and trucks that are actually used for hauling hay and farming equipment. The blue skies give way to dark clouds and rain, and a shift in the wind brings back the blue, over and over throughout the day. The most scenic sight is what’s NOT there: No garish big box stores, no long string of family chain restaurant with their identifiable red neon stripe, and very little else except for the occasional sound of the trains rushing by.
Each time I drive north of Denver I’m shocked at the extreme pace of development. 10 years ago when I moved here the area north of 120th Street in Denver was nothing but farmland all the way up to Fort Collins.
Now when I take a trip north I see the former fields and prairies succumbed to seas of asphalt parking lots. The car dealerships, monotonous chain restaurants, and the typical big box stores are planted in the center, as if they fell that way completed from the sky.
Fortunately the rapid sprawl gives way to wide open spaces north of Fort Collins. Crossing the border into Wyoming at highway 287 you’re greeted with liquor stores and beat up pick up trucks that actually are used on farms hauling supplies.

About 20 miles north of Colorado at interstate 80 is Laramie, where we picked up some hot dogs, firewood, and last minute supplies for our camping trip. Vedauwoo is about 15 miles east of Laramie on 80, and is a large area of land with amazing rock formations, making it a destination for climbers.

Biking to work today, (which coincidentally happened to be Bike to Work day), I saw a little sparrow in the gutter. I expected him to flutter away, but when he didn’t move I pulled over and checked on him.



