Exploring Northeast Fall Colors in 2025

We always seem to travel south or west so it was a welcome change to travel northeast instead. The main purpose of the trip was a yoga retreat in Maine. On the way there and back we explored two new national parks, Niagara Falls, and several state and local parks. As an added bonus, the fall colors were peaking along most of our route. 

Cuyahoga National Park

We left home on Wednesday, September 17, 2025, and drove to the Cleveland KOA, which was a close campground to Cuyahoga National Park. The check in was in an old house. Our campsite was a short back in next to a grassy spot and a small, wooded area. The sites were spread out and it felt more like a state park than the typical crowded KOA. We sat outside a while when we arrived to unwind and plan our days at the nearby Cuyahoga National Park. We drove through parts of the park on our way to the campground. The park is tucked into an urban area between Cleveland and Akron. The Cuyahoga river flows through the middle and at one time it was so polluted that the river caught fire. The park is an environmental success story, and we looked forward to exploring it more.

We started our first day in at the Boston Mill Visitor Center. The park’s buildings looked like little New England cottages. After talking to a ranger about our plans for the next few days, we drove to the popular Brandywine Falls and walked a 1.1-mile trail all around it. The waterfall was flowing but there was much less water than usual due to drought conditions. We walked past a deep gorge and open woods with few invasive plants. It was very dry there so most plants were wilted or dried up. Many plants, including trees, showed early fall color from the drought stress.  

Figure 1. Brandywine Falls in Cuyahoga National Park.

From there we drove to the Red Lock Trailhead to bicycle the Canal Tow Road, but the lot was full. We parked in the next lot at the Jaite Mill Historic District instead. We had a light lunch and unloaded the bicycles from inside the van. We had transported them to Ohio on a trailer with Mark’s Triumph Tiger motorcycle, but we find it is easy to transport them inside the van once at a location. 

The start of our ride was very stressful because we had to ride Vaughn Road to the bicycle trail. Once on the bike trail though, the tow road ride was perfect. The path was the former canal road where mules pulled watercraft through the Ohio and Erie Canal. At times it also ran adjacent to the Cuyahoga River. It was an easy grade on crushed limestone. We rode 10 miles north from the center of the park all the way to the end, turned around, and rode back. We stopped to read a few informational signs along the way. At the far north end we rode into Cleveland. Mark liked the first and last sections best because they went through more natural areas with a big, wooded cliff on one side. 

Figure 2. Mark bicycling the Cuyahoga National Park Tow Road Path.

Our second day at Cuyahoga National Park was an even better day of hiking and biking. First, we hiked the Ledges trail in the morning. It reminded us of Fern Cliffe in southern Illinois. It was an easy hike around the giant rock formations. Many were broken into ledges and channels and had honeycomb patterns on them in various colors. We mostly hiked alone except near the hot spots of the scenic overlook and the Ice Canyon Bat Cave.

Figure 3. Ledges Trail at Cuyahoga National Park.

From there we drove back to the Boston Mill Visitor Center parking lot to have lunch and unload the bicycles. This time, we parked on the trailhead and rode south right onto the tow path. We very much enjoyed the southern portion of the tow path. Overall, the route was prettier with trees covering our trail while the canal, streams, river, or railroad ran alongside us. At the Hunt House Visitor Center, we parked and went inside to talk to the volunteers. At Beaver Marsh we stopped to watch the wood ducks, bluegills, and water plants along the boardwalk. We ended at Botzum where we turned around to ride the 10 miles back.

Figure 4. Rhonda bicycling the Tow Road Path.

Back at the Hunt House was a produce market called Szalay’s. It was quite impressive, especially the fresh produce, giant mums, and pumpkin varieties. On the way back, we stopped for cider and pumpkin spice popcorn, snacking in a glider next to a giant swing. What a fun place.

Niagara Falls 

Saturday, September 20, 2025, we left the Cleveland KOA and drove to another KOA in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. We crossed the Canadian border in Buffalo New York, which was easy and quick. We arrived in early afternoon and quickly set up our campsite. It was so early that we decided to load the bicycles into the van and drive the few miles to the waterfalls.

Wow! Niagara Falls exceeded my expectations several fold. I expected a big waterfall but also expected commercial tourism overload. Instead, the Canadian and American sides had ample green spaces for the heavy crowds to see the spectacular falls. There were several shops and tourist spots, but it wasn’t overdone. 

We parked in a $10 RV lot and rode our bicycles towards the falls. We really just wanted to orient ourselves and get info about the boat ride and such for the next day. We didn't expect to see the falls that first day, but we did. They were spectacular. As we got closer to the falls the river started gurgling and swirling intensely. As we got closer to the falls, we couldn't ride our bicycles anymore because there were too many people. We arrived at the viewing area to a full rainbow arch between the three falls. Canada’s horseshoe falls has 80% of the water flow, though the American and Bridal Veil Falls are equally incredible. It is another place that you must see to appreciate. The area was very wet from the waterfall spray and there was no place to sit or park the bike safely, so we walked them a bit. We booked our boat ride online then headed back to the van with a plan of where to go and what to do the next day. 

Figure 5. Rhonda at Niagara Falls.

Back at camp we had the KOA staff lock up our bicycles because they had warned of theft. We bought some charcoal and cooked a pizza on the fire grate. It was excellent, and Mark said it was our best campfire pizza yet. We ended the night watching Illini football (which was a disaster) and motocross on the van’s TV.

Figure 6. Mark cooking campfire pizza at KOA campground.

The next morning, we took our time before heading toward the falls. We found a $10 parking spot by the Skylon Tower, which was a cheap spot in a prime location for us. We went in a gift shop looking for coffee, looked at the falls again, then headed to our boat tour. The City Cruises Boat Tour gave everyone red ponchos as we boarded the boat. We went to the upper deck. The boat ride was exhilarating. We slowly navigated toward the waterfalls with a speaker describing them to us, though it was hard to hear at times with the blowing poncho noise all around us. As we approached the horseshoe falls the water rained down hard in a heavy mist off the falls. It was turbulent in the water and in the air. The left side of the waterfall was hard to see through the mist, but the right side was clear and powerful. I stood facing it all and laughed as I got drenched. It was so much fun and an experience I'll remember forever. The boat ride was about 20 minutes. We were soaked from our thighs down. My shoes and socks were full of water. I was mostly dry on top from the poncho, but Mark left his arms out so had to ring out of his shirt sleeves. We walked to our van and changed clothes, putting them in the van’s sunny windows to dry out.

Figure 7. Getting soaked on boat by Niagara Falls.

After a short rest in the van, we went to the Skylon Tower. As we waited for our 1:00 p.m. revolving restaurant reservation we looked around at the shops and exhibits. The Daredevil Falls Exhibit was particularly interesting. It had stories of people who went over the falls in barrels and other contraptions. Some lived and some died. All of it was crazy.

Our meal atop the tower was excellent. Mark had salmon and I had a zucchini spiral grill. The restaurant slowly revolved around the tower giving everyone a perfect view of the falls and the surrounding area. We bought a picture that they took of us. It took about an hour to eat and go in a full revolution. Another incredible memory.

Figure 8. Mark viewing Niagara Falls from Skylon Tower.

After lunch, we started to walk across to the United States side but when we had to pay a toll each way, even as pedestrians, we decided to turn around. During our travels, we usually save something for a possible return trip so next time we'll do the American side and maybe a nighttime light show.

From there we drove to Lakeside Park in St. Catherines on Lake Ontario. Mark wanted to see the Neal Peart pavilion there, listen to RUSH’s Lakeside Park song about the location, and toast “The Professor,” aka Neil. It was a very crowded, busy park and we quickly saw why. It was very clean, pretty, and had a lot to do. We sat on a park bench and called Tyler, telling him that we were at his birthday song’s park (Lakeside Park references May 24th). We stayed about an hour, ending with a short beach stroll.

Figure 9. Lakeside Park.

We ate so much for lunch at the Skylon Tower that we skipped supper. I did laundry at the KOA. We got our bicycles out of storage and loaded them up on the trailer. We were glad we loaded them then because it rained in the night. We were all ready to roll in the morning. This time the American border crossing guy was grumpy, but it was easy getting back over to the United States.

New York Adirondacks

The drive from Niagara Falls to New York’s Adirondacks was colorful. Lots of trees were starting to change color in the upper New York State area that we drove through. The scenic road wound around lakes and through woods. Red maples stood out in bright red. Sugar maples were orange and yellow. White ash was a deep purple. In between, the evergreens provided a deep green background to highlight the changing deciduous trees.

We arrived at the Fish Creek Pond Campground midafternoon and soon had site 39 set up. Mark drove the van in forward so that it faced the lake from our right side, leaving the trailer hooked up. It was a big site with an opening to the lake. A large stone fireplace had a grate for cooking. A brilliant red maple tree hung over the van’s front, leaving plenty of open sky for the solar panels and the Starlink satellite at the back. This site did not have electricity. 

Figure 10. Our Van at Fishcreek Campground.

We sat and watched the lake for a while. We could hear loons calling in the distance. Several boaters and kayakers gently cut through the still waters. Next to us our neighbors from New Jersey fixed supper in preparation for their daughter and granddaughter's arrival. We lit a fire and took a long-time grilling burgers and heating cans of chili. The fireplace seemed warmer since it directed the fire’s heat all in our direction. It was an enjoyable, quiet, evening. Eventually we went in for a good night's rest. 

Figure 11. Cooking supper at Fishcreek Campground.

It started raining in the night. We awoke to more rain and a gorgeous lake view. Mark made a pot of coffee and later pancakes. We planned to hang out in the van working on helmets and fishing poles and such until it stopped raining; but it mostly rained all day. We had a slight break between 12:00 and 1:00 so went for a short hike. There were a couple longer trails there that would have been awesome, but we kept it short. We had planned to unload the bicycles and ride them around the lake, but it was just too wet. 

We had a nice soup lunch and hung out in the van watching it rain on the lake. Even though we couldn't do an activity it was still really nice to be there. The plants were soaking up the rain and seemed to smile as the raindrops hit their previously droopy leaves. Fall colors intensified in the rain and added to the plant’s joyful vibes. Ducks swam across the lake. We enjoyed our easy day in camp, though we did try out our fishing gear. My new Tenkara fishing pole didn’t work well in the lake. It is more of a stream pole, so I hoped to try it another time, though I never did.

New Hampshire

Wednesday September 24, 2025, we left the Adirondacks in the morning after taking our time loading up in the rain. It was a gorgeous and colorful drive through the Adirondacks into Vermont and New Hampshire. For a while it was sunny, which illuminated the colors, but then it got cloudier and darker. I watched the scenery the whole time instead of my usual crocheting. The kaleidoscopes of color were mesmerizing. Some places had more oaks and evergreens and less color, then a whole mountain side would burst ahead of us with mosaics of red, orange, and yellow. We particularly liked driving around Lake Champlain between New York and Vermont which was very near Canada. It's a huge lake with much American history and folklore. 

We arrived at our New Hampshire Sugarloaf II campground in the midafternoon. It took us a bit to position the van and trailer due to the odd site angles. We were very isolated. The site had a steep cliff down to the river. We could hear it, but we couldn't get to it. We took a short walk around the campground to orient ourselves. It was a small place with only about 14 or so well-situated sites. I think ours was the most popular based on all the reservation tags. All sites were primitive without electricity. 

Back at camp, Mark lit a campfire. The wood we had was moist from all the rain, so it took a while to get going. By then, we weren't in the mood to cook anything too involved, so had chili and hot dogs. That night I didn't sleep as soundly. I think I was getting nervous about the yoga retreat. 

The next morning, we had our usual coffee and oatmeal then went for a hike in the rain. The Trussell Trail had two entry points around our campsite, so we did it, even though it said the bridge was out. It was a gorgeous trail. The colors and the ferns and the mosses were sparkly in the rain and quite lovely. The mosses held so much water and seemed to plump like sponges in the rain. We wore our raincoats and boots. It was not raining hard so was perfect for the hike. Past the campground the trail went down the road and across a bridge before turning back down into the woods along the river. Now at river level, we walked next to it and could see the mini boulders and water flow. We hiked past a giant rock sitting in the middle of the woods all by itself. We wound around back to the river where the other bridge was supposed to be. The river had so many boulders that we decided to scramble across it. It was easy but the rain-soaked rocks could have been slippery, so we were cautious. 

Figure 12. Scrambling across a river on wet rocks at Sugarloaf II Campground.

Before we knew it, we were back at the camper enjoying tea and coffee while it rained harder outside. After our snack, we drove towards Mark's next campsite to drop the trailer before going to my yoga retreat location. In the town of Gorham, New Hampshire we had lunch in a cute little sandwich shop called Birdies. They made everything fresh from local sources. I had a Mediterranean veggie sandwich, and Mark ate a homemade pizza. After I started eating, a farmer delivered tomatoes and the lady insisted I add them to my sandwich. It was so good.

It was raining hard when we got to Mark's campsite at Dolly Lopp. It was a large campground. Mark had a big site with electric and water. He backed the trailer in and unhooked it, then we headed to Kingfield, Maine where my yoga retreat was located. It was a long windy drive in the rain. I hated that Mark had to do it all again to go back after dropping me off. I had an amazing yoga retreat while Mark rode the Backcountry Discovery Routes (BDRs) each day (See Maine Remembrance Retreat).

Figure 13. Mark's motorcycle on the colorful BDR.

Acadia National Park

Mark picked me up Monday, September 29, 2025, about 9:00 a.m. I was ready to get back to camping though I thoroughly enjoyed the retreat and meeting all the women. Mark and I wanted breakfast after he picked me up but there was nothing open in Kingsfield, so we drove to the next town of Madison and found a good local diner. We had French toast and blueberries with coffee. We both told stories of our time apart. 

From there it was a few hours’ drive to Acadia National Park. We tried the Visitor Center first to get brochures and ideas for the next few days. However, it was so crowded that we couldn't find a parking spot. Mark drove around while I went in and talked to a volunteer. He gave me a good overview and ideas to try.

Our Seawall Campground was in the slower, quieter part of the park. It took us a while to unhook the trailer, unload it, and move it out of the way. It's a big site but the turn into it was at an odd angle. We were in a generator free loop and there was no electricity. Our site had a boulder fire pit with a big grate. We saw two deer in the campground in the late afternoon.

We drove to a camp store to get firewood and beans, but they were closed so we self-paid for some firewood. Then we drove to the coastal trails nearby and down to a lighthouse. There were too many cars at the lighthouse, so we had to leave. We parked and hiked the Wonderland trail instead. It was a short trail to the picturesque Maine coast. About that time, I started getting tired. I think I “hit a wall” from the weekend. It was a slow, easy retreat, but as Mark said, “I had to be on my game.” Mark overdid his few days of motorcycling too, so he felt about the same. We stood by the ocean on the large rocks and wanted to do more but instead went back to the campground. Along the way, we stopped at another little campground store and Mark got the coffee mug he was looking for. Back at camp it was good to be back in my van again. I slept well and was soon rested for several adventurous days in Acadia National Park.

Figure 14. Mark at coast along Wonderland Trail in Acadia National Park.

Tuesday, we had a gate reservation at 9:00 a.m. to go up to Cadillac Mountain. At the top, we found an easy parking spot close to the summit and went to the store to get my National Park passport stamp. We started to walk around but we were cold, so we went back to the van for more clothes and coffee. We made coffee in Yeti mugs and hiked out to sit on a rock, drink coffee, and enjoy the 360° view from the summit. The morning view was quite stunning. We couldn't get over how the ocean looked like sparkling diamonds and how calm it was especially compared to the Florida or California coasts. Islands spread out far before us. The waters were spotted with various colored buoys attached to lobster traps. Plants up there grew in dwarf form, including short little oaks and grey birch. We took our Yeti mugs back to the van and walked out a little farther, following the gorge trail for a while. It had large cairns for guidance along the way (the park discouraged illegal tourist cairns). We sauntered around up there for almost three hours, then drove back to camp and got the motorcycle.

Figure 15. Coffee atop Cadillac Mountain at Acadia National Park.

We rode the motorcycle around the entire park loop road, pulling over a couple of times but not getting off. During the leisurely ride around the park, we made plans of where to go back. We rode to the Bar Harbor Lobster Boil for a lunch of beer and lobster tacos. We had three tacos with chunks of lobster and many fruit and vegetable toppings, plus homemade chips. I had a Leaf Peeping Ale beer. It was an expensive place, but it was fun to eat lobsters in Maine.

Figure 16. Motorcycle ride at Acadia National Park.

Wednesday, October 1st was my dad's 80th birthday and I was sad not to be there with him. Instead, we started our day very early across from our campground at an oceanside picnic area. We arrived just as the sun was coming up over the far island, which was very bright. We started up our generator, had coffee, and enjoyed the ocean sunrise from the warm comfort of our van.

We anticipated parking issues again at the visitor center, so we arrived very early about 7:30 am. We got an easy spot along the side in RV parking where we unloaded the bicycles, made more coffee and oatmeal for breakfast, and relaxed. As we sat more bicycles arrived from tour companies. Soon hundreds of bicycles lined the edge where we were. The guys were nice and gave us tips for riding the carriage roads. The bicycle paths there were old carriage roads built by the Rockefellers. They also built many historic bridges over creeks and vehicle roadways. 

Figure 17. Rhonda under a historic Carriage Road bridge.

We started out on the bicycle about 8:00 a.m.  Unfortunately, we quickly got cold and turned around to ride back for more clothes. We're glad we did because it stayed cool all day. We very much enjoyed our ride, which took most of the day. We rode over 20 miles. Our first stop was at Jordan Pond. It was the first day of the government shutdown so many places were closed but the Jordan Pond concessionaire was open. We had a coffee and a scone on the second level deck overlooking the pond with a perfect view of the twin Bubble Mountains in the distance. It was a gorgeous sunny morning. Lots of people were there. We bought a Christmas ornament then got back on our bicycles and rode all the way to the Day Mountain Summit, another place with outstanding views. On the way up we passed a few carriages pulled by teams of horses and three single horse riders.

Figure 18. Mark atop Day Mountain Summit at Acadia National Park. 

On our ride back toward Jordan pond we started to get tired. We stopped to rest by a pond and then finished the ride. Back in the van we laid on our beds and moaned. They were good moans, and we were happy we had another outstanding bicycle adventure.

Figure 19. Resting by pond at Acadia National Park.

Two sort of negative things happened that day that changed our plans. The US government shutdown closed parts of the park. Our campsite was okay, but we had to change a few plans. Then, as we left camp in the morning a tire pressure alert came on. When Mark examined the tires the back right rear tire had weird diagonal cupping in it, and we decided we needed new tires. After bicycling we drove to a tire shop and made an appointment to get new tires the next day. We stopped at a grocery store on our way back to camp. We were tired and cold so spent the evening in the camper, fixing soup and grilled cheese on the van’s stove.

Thursday, we decided to stay together when getting the new tires. I had planned to go explore the Gardens of Acadia while Mark got new tires, but the Nature Center there was closed due to the shutdown, and it was too cold to not have shelter. In the end I chose well because the gardens were also gated shut.

After dropping off the van, we walked across the street and had a good local diner breakfast at Governors Café. When the guy drove our van out, he said, “Boy, those were some wavy tires.” The new tires were much smoother and quieter. The tire shop couldn't do an alignment, so we did that when we got back home.

From there we went back to the park where I hoped to explore the Gardens of Acadia. Since they were closed, we hiked on a boardwalk and wooded trails instead. The trails were well maintained through exceptional woods and wetlands. We enjoyed it and wanted to hike more, but since it was already near midafternoon we ran out of time. We did spend a little time walking along the coast on the rocks and were able to experience the thundering waves at Thunder Hole. The area was very crowded but there was ample parking along the roadway and in many lots. We did try to hike the Bubble Mounds but couldn't find a parking spot so headed to our campground area instead.

Figure 20. Hiking boardwalk at Acadia National Park.

Once at camp we decided to go ahead and hook up the trailer and load it. We cooked burgers and beans on the fire for our last supper at that campsite. A deer came within feet of me. They were prevalent in the area. It was a great campsite, and we hated to leave.

Figure 21. Acadia National Park campsite.

Ohio State Parks

Friday morning, we left early and headed back west, this time without any specific plans or camping reservations. The top Google map route included a $27 toll, so we opted for another route that was only $5. In retrospect that was probably a mistake. I mapped out a route and decided to arrive at a campground in Pennsylvania about 5:00 p.m. That got delayed over two hours due to traffic in Connecticut. We didn't realize how close we were to New York City and Friday afternoon was probably worse. Anyway, we encountered slowdown after slowdown and arrived to a very dark Promised Land State Park campground about 7:30 p.m. We were stressed and tired. With my assistance, Mark did great backing into the dark, crowded, campground. We hooked up power and I made quesadillas in the van.  

We left early the next morning. As soon as I had cell service, I booked our next two nights in Ohio. It was much easier driving that day. We often listen to books on tape while driving long distances. For this trip, we listened to Robert Redford's biography. Later in the day, we listened to the Illini versus Purdue football game on SiriusXM. Our new JVC radio had been rebooting every few minutes for the last few days, but it worked well for the game. 

Our destination in Ohio was Hocking Hills State Park where we wanted to hike Grandma Gatewood’s trail. We listened to a book about her a few years ago. At 67 she was the first woman to hike the entire Appalachian Trail continuously, and she did it three times. 

Unfortunately, Hocking Hills State Park is very popular and was fully booked on Saturday night. Instead, we stayed about an hour east of Hocking Hills at Burr Oak State Park. We drove to the Burr Oak lodge first but soon realized that we had to go all around the lake to the other side to get to the campground. The Burr oak lodge was very nice, but the campground wasn't. Our spot was facing the wrong way for backing, was very close to other people, seemed too short, and we couldn’t find a water faucet to fill our tanks. We were grumpy tired so parked across the road and walked to check it out, talking to a nice neighbor. He said that the campgrounds only faucet for filling was at the other end of the campground. We went back down and around for water and then I backed the camper and trailer to the spot, and it just fit. We sat outside and unwound a bit then went inside and fixed supper. I fell sound asleep way too early, but I was tired. 

The next morning, we took showers and ate and then drove over to Hocking Hills State Park. On the way there the radio cut out again and a low battery light came on. It was a new battery so at the visitor center Mark pulled off the battery connector and it was too loose with no way to tighten it. He put some foil on it hoping that would help secure the connection. That worked the rest of the way home and then he fixed it better once we got there.

Grandma Gatewood’s entire trail is a four-mile trail out and back making it eight miles total. It's a popular place for good reason. There are amazing rock formations, towering trees, caves, waterfalls, and a well-done infrastructure. The high visitor areas, especially around Old Man's Cave, are one way for easier navigation. We hiked about half of the Grandma Gatewood trail from the Devil's Bathtub to Cedar Falls. The hike was impressive and, at times, difficult. On the way back we took a side trail for something different, but it ended up being longer. We were very sore and tired by then, but we trudged along. We hiked seven miles over four hours and 11 minutes with the 741-foot gain.

Figure 22. Hocking Hills State Park in Ohio.

We enjoyed our campsite at Hocking Hills very much. I reserved the last open site in the campground. Sight 49 was short but wide, so we had to position the van and trailer side by side. It had water and electric. We sat behind our site next to the woods in the shade. 

Figure 23. Hocking Hills State Park Campground.

The next morning, we drove home, arriving mid-afternoon. Back at home our house felt humongous. After weeks in the van, the house had so much room, though it was comforting. It was time to settle in and regroup and prepare for our next big trip and my next big project. Stay tuned to see what they are. 

New Friends and Memories Made During a Maine Remembrance Retreat

My Maine Remembrance Retreat experience opened me to old and new memories as I strengthened friendships and forged new ones. Mostly I remembered my truest passions, as new concepts and ideas for the future began brewing in my mind. 

Figure 1. Santosha at Hillholm Estate Yoga Retreat Venue.

I’ve been a member of Allie Van Fossen’s Online Body Mind Soul Yoga Studio for over 6 years and had never did a face-to-face retreat with her; so, when she announced her Remembrance Retreat in Maine for September 2025, I registered immediately. As a bonus, Mark and I camped on the way there to see the northeast fall colors and explore National Parks, Niagara Falls, the Adirondacks, and other locations (See BLOG). 

Mark dropped me off at the retreat venue and drove back to his campsite in New Hampshire planning to ride his motorcycle while I was gone. I checked into my room at Santosha at Hillholm Estate on Thursday, September 25th about 3 p.m. I had a private room corner room on the ground level with the view of the backyard, hot tub, sauna, and fire table area. I had my own bathroom and a cute little wooden log desk for writing. 

Figure 2. My room at Santosha.

After settling in and unpacking, I went to the common room, got a cup of tea, and talked to a few people. It always takes me a while to feel comfortable with others when I start a retreat and it felt good to begin. Allie and the rest of the airport group arrived a short time later and then it started to really feel like a retreat. As I introduced myself, many remembered me as the “plant person” from our Facebook Group. I started to wonder if I focus too much on plants and need to expand more, so I tried not to focus on plants at first; but, as you’ll soon read, that didn’t last long. 

Figure 3. Common Room.

It was a slow-paced retreat with the same schedule every day. We ate four meals a day, giving us ample time around tables to visit with new and old friends. All the meals were buffet style, but they had our names on special foods. I always had a separate vegan plate. There was a pranayama and journaling session every morning, followed by continental breakfast. Late morning we did asana yoga, then ate brunch. At noon each day we went for a hike, then had a light lunch. We had free time in the afternoons, which was also when we worked on our mala bead necklace craft projects. Evening yoga ended with supper and more free time. The schedule flowed nicely and gave me lots of time for self-reflection. 

Figure 4. Dining room at Santosha.

Opening Circle

The first evening’s opening circle helped solidify the purpose of the Remembrance Retreat. I said on my turn that I wanted to remember my past and how it helps mold me into a future me. Allie discussed the Yoga Sutras 1.2 and 1.3 that we would study deeply over the next few days. It was fun to listen to each yogis plan for the retreat. After supper, we sat around in the common room getting to know each other. 

Morning Pranayama and Journaling

Each morning Allie led us in a series of pranayama breathing exercises that ended with time for journaling. 

Figure 5. Yoga Studio.

Here is what I wrote after day one’s pranayama. Calm. That was my word for 2025. I feel calm after the opening pranayama. I feel balanced and ready to participate in this retreat. Let it flow and be me. Calm is a wonderful feeling. It happens when I'm connected to the trees and plants around me. I feel it in the room’s wood planks that surround me, and in the incense in the air. I saw a doe and fawn outside the window this morning. They were calm yet attentive. I can do that too. Be attentive to what my true self needs. I don't have to talk a lot or do anything at all, if I don't want to. Don't force it. Use my golden egg to stay present. I liked Allie’s visualization of our spine as straight and present, not bent to the past or to the future, but present in the now.

After day two’s pranayama. I have no words today. They are scrambled in my head. I need to root and connect. I'm enjoying community and being face to face with community members. It is part of the learning process. I am doing it. I'm trying so hard to create or inspire and be more. Just be. Relax. Find calm and the clarity will come. I've resisted plants at first, trying to find something else, but they are my soul. Plants nourish me body, mind, and soul. I need to quit resisting and let them guide and soothe me. I'm a plant in human form. I'm a combination of plants. I've studied and observed and loved plants from all over the world. They call to me and want to be witnessed and loved. I need to find more. I need to revisit old plant friends and find new ones. I want to show others how to know the plants more personally. I need to combine yoga and plants to help others learn more. Start small and build my yoga plant world. The plants want me to do this. I want to do this. I get teary thinking about it. Thank you, plants. 

Day three. Do I check into the outside world before myself in the mornings? I’m not sure I do, but I should. I should wake up to feel, listen, and touch the earth's vibes of peace and positivity. Don't think about myself. Let the usual morning aches and daily pressures remind me to go outside myself with gratitude for Mother Nature and my tribes. I need to send my love out to them and only after all that should I go back inside to focus on me and my day. Or, wouldn't it be great to stay open and free all day? It sounds lovely. It sounds like calm contentment. Reminders of who I am and my true self. This is a Remembrance Retreat, and I am starting to remember to go outside. I've focused on me a long time and I will still do that but I when I leave here, I will also remember nature and my tribes. 

Asana Yoga

Asana yoga felt great each day as we flowed through vinyasas and rested in shavasana. Each asana class began with a lesson that was reinforced through the various poses. 

Allie started day one’s asana yoga with lessons about Yoga Sutra 1.2: yogas citta vritti nirodhah. It tells us that yoga helps cease the fluctuations of the mind, allowing us to achieve our true nature. She taught us to think of ourselves as the sky and our thoughts as clouds and weather. The thoughts are there, but as we observe them, we can watch them move away like clouds, thus clearing our mind.

The next day she covered Yoga Sutra 1.3: tadā drashtuh svarūpe 'vasthānamam. It says that after calming our mind in 1.2, our truth self-abides. 

During one shavasana I saw my inner mentor’s eye clearly. It was blue. My eyes are brown, but I've always wanted blue eyes. No, my eyes won't change color, but I felt like my grandmothers, whom had blue eyes, were within me to guide me along to my true self. 

Daily Group Walks

Each day at noon we walked for about a mile out and back. The first two days we talked on the way out, then were silent on the walk back. 

On day one it was quite muddy in places due to the recent rains. There were many invasive plants like autumn olive, barberry, black swallow wart, and bittersweet. There were also gorgeous native plants in their autumn color splendor. I noticed many green and white ash, which was great since the Emerald Ash Borer has killed most ash trees in other locations. There were mostly sugar and silver maples, but also red oak, popular, and pine. I saw cedar and hemlock. Red bright berries stood out on a cranberry bush viburnum. Yellow leaves covered the cherry, white and yellow birch trees. I spotted a few dogwood shrubs. The tree understory had many yellowing ferns, including sensitive, bracken, and oak. I wanted to stop and examine them. I saw asters, Jack-in-the-pulpit berries, and small blueberry plants. 

Figure 6. Asters and ferns along the hike. 

On day two I opened up a little about my yoga plants idea during our walk and everyone seemed to love the concept. I enjoyed that walk even more. There were less people, and we were all opening up more. We went further and there were more gorgeous fall views. 

Figure 7. Walking in Maine's fall colors.

On day three, the walk was entirely silent and a bit longer. On the first half I stopped to pick up fallen leaves - all different types from trees. As a walked I heard leaves rustle above, watched them spiral down to the ground (which is a great metaphor for letting go), heard birds rustle and sing, saw various bark types, and mostly I sauntered calmly and contently. When I got back, I arranged the leaves for a photo and then labeled them on my computer. 

Figure 8. Leaf collection from my hike.

Evening Yoga

The first evening Allie led us in a yoga nidra session, which is always relaxing. Afterwards we went around the room to share what we remembered most about our day. I said the walking was special to me, first with the group and later alone. Walking alone, I remembered that I could live fully in a moment and let thoughts go. I remembered to witness thoughts, look at the clouds, and watch the thoughts float way. Darker thoughts were darker clouds. It got easier each time, and I found that I remembered quicker to move on to the next thought. 

The second evening we did restorative yoga with only three poses. The first pose we held for 20 minutes without guidance. Holding a pose for that long really helped me relax further and fully feel the muscles release into the position. It felt good. That, combined with my relaxing massage I had that day, made for total release and contentment.

One evening, the venue’s owner did a sound healing session for us. She started the session talking about contentment. Her definition for Santosha was “settled contentment without striving.” She talked about happy emotions as being fleeting or a result of something happening. On the other day, contentment is deeper and longer lasting. The sound healing didn't give me any revelations. It was chaotic at times and did bring up fear and scary things like ghosts and cat’s eyes and skeletons, but mostly I saw swirling ether and lights and felt relaxed. I think the session mostly confirmed that I could recognize my fears and let them go. Release and be content. I felt content after a great day with many fun and happy moments with new friends. 

Figure 9. Sound bowls in yoga studio.

The last night we used our new mala necklaces to do a walking and sitting meditation. It was beautiful! As we traced each bead on the necklace with our fingers, we chanted to ourselves, “May I be calm and content. May I be peaceful and at ease.” We walked barefoot outside on the grass in a big circle where we grounded to the earth, sky, plants, rocks, and to each other. I felt the retreat’s peace crash over me, like the autumn leaves falling all around us, as we fell into contentment as a community.

Free Time

In between the formal sessions and meals, I spent my free time reading, writing, walking, and enjoying small town Maine. 

I often pick a new book or essay to read while on retreat. For this one I chose, Henry David Thoreau’s essay “Walking” to read throughout the weekend. It reminded me to saunter on my walks to “get out of my senses” and not think “of something out of the woods.” He talked about being most alive in the wilds and that “all good things are wild and free.” 

Walking, or sauntering, was a big part of the weekend activities. I went for a walk to town. At first, I went in the wrong direction, then walked to the other end of town and found a grocery store to get a few supplies. I also took a short solo walk around the backyard and communed with the plants. They seemed happy there and at peace. It was during this walk that ideas began to flow for my new yoga plants project. Stay tuned as it develops over the next several months. 

I worked on my mala necklace craft project several days. I started in my room and then went to the common room to craft with the others. That was great fun. I love my necklace. It is a great memory piece for the retreat.

Figure 10. Crafting my mala bead necklace.

I sat alone on the front porch and journaled with lilac, Joe Pye weed, phlox, rose hips, asters, primrose, and milkweed around me. We sat often in the common room or outside at fire tables talking with others. All the yogis in attendance were so like-minded. We were like beads on the mala necklace strung together with a common thread.

Everyone had an hour massage during the retreat. Mine was awesome. It also included some Reiki and sound energy. 

Figure 11. Massage Hut.

Final Thoughts

The retreat was a chance to slow down, connect with community and nature, and learn more about myself. Other retreats helped me face fears of adventure. This one helped me find tools to face internal fears, negativity, and mind chatter to live a calm and content life. I felt calmer. I felt content. I felt strong and soft and balanced. I felt inspired to pursue my dream of combining yoga and plants and helping others also experience yoga's holistic magic while personally connecting with the plant world around them. I remembered that I am a plant person that loves crafts. I remembered to saunter, instead of just walk a trail, and to slow down and listen. I remembered that I am social, that I love yoga, and that have much more to learn. 

Figure 12. Group picture after a hike.

Allie asked us to write and share a statement for our closing session. Here's what I wrote. As Maine’s autumn leaves gently rained from the trees, I slowed down to remember my true self. It truly was a Remembrance Retreat. 

Photos by Rhonda Ferree and various attendees. 

Exploring Colorado’s Mountain Magic

We’ve been to Colorado many times and each year yearn to go back to the mountains where we explore new locations and find nature’s magic among the clouds. This year Mark signed up to do the Colorado Gold Rush Motorcycle Ride. His goal was to ride the mountain passes that were blocked by snow during his 2023 Trans America Trail trip (see our book Two View of the TAT on Amazon). I decided to tag along and do some hiking and bicycling while he rode his motorcycle. In the end, the trip didn’t go as planned, but we still found mountain magic and had a grand adventure. 

Our long trip from Illinois to Colorado started on Thursday, August 7, 2025, in very hot weather. We stayed several nights along the way before reaching our destination of Ouray, Colorado. The first night was at Sand Hills State Park near Hutchinson, Kansas. Friday night we stayed at a KOA campground in Canon City, Colorado where we were able to refill our RV propane tank.

Figure 1. KOA campground in Canon City, Colorado.

Saturday night we reserved a spot at a Harvest Host location called the LaNoue DuBois Winery, which was south of Montrose. The winery owner directed us to a big field next to his vineyard about a half mile from the tasting room. At first it looked good. We parked along the river and put out the awning. I did my daily meditation. Mark tried to walk to the river, but it was too steep with too many trees. I was worried when a small breeze picked up and had just stepped inside to bring in the awning, when it turned into a gusty, dust storm. I grabbed one arm of the awning as the awning’s wind generated auto retract started to work, but it goes in too slowly. I kept saying “No, no, no,” while Mark grabbed the other arm of the awning. In the end it went in without breaking, but dust was everywhere in the camper. We decided not to stay in that spot. Instead, we went to town for supper because the winery didn't have food and it was too hot to cook inside the van. Back at the winery we parked by the building instead and enjoyed a bottle of wine on their patio. 

Sunday morning, we decided to spend some time at Ridgway State Park on the way to our Ouray campground since we couldn't check in until 1:00 p.m. We went to the park’s visitor center and realized that this area was where the John Wayne movie True Grit was filmed. We hiked a few trails and checked out one of the campgrounds, which was very nice. 

Figure 2. View of Ridgway State Park's reservoir from a hiking trail.

When we got to Ouray, we stopped at the town’s visitor center, and a nice lady gave me good ideas of things to do while Mark rode his motorcycle each day. I’d already done the Via Ferrata there, but this time I had my bicycle and there was also a hiking trail that went all around the town. We walked into town and met Mark's friend for lunch, then drove to our J4+1+1 campground where we stayed the next three nights. At first, I was very disappointed. Our site (#16) was in the middle of an asphalt and gravel area between many other campers with no view of the river. Yet, it was a very good spot for Mark to meet his fellow Gold Rush riders each day and that was why we were there. Each day, I grew to like it more. We were tucked into the edge of Ouray, nicknamed the "Switzerland of America" due to its similarity to the Swiss Alps. We were next to towering cliffs that surrounded the town. The evergreens and plants on the cliffs were quite pretty, and we had a good view of the mountains in the distance.

Figure 3. Ouray, Colorado view.

Mark had been planning the Colorado Gold Rush Ride for months, and he was so excited for it to begin. After we arrived, we went to the rider’s welcome meeting, though it wasn't much of a meeting. We did meet the lead guy that Mark had been emailing. Riders came from as far as Mexico City to do the ride each year. It was free but had fundraisers included to raise funds for the trail maintenance organizations. After the meeting three of us went to the St. Elmo Hotel bar and had some drinks. Later we had dinner in the Ouray Brewery. I had a good Billy goat burger that had an impossible burger with goat cheese. 

Figure 4. Mark leaves for his first riding day in Ouray, Colorado.

Monday August 11 was Mark's first riding day. He rode with his friend and two other guys. After Mark left, I did yoga then loaded my bicycle into the van and drove back to Ridgway State Park to spend the day. I started at a trail across from the park’s entrance, but once I was on the trail I didn’t like its isolation and openness. I had already paid the park fee at that gate, so I drove to the visitor center and asked the ranger for suggestions. His idea to spend the day at the Dallas Creek day use area was perfect. First, I hiked the Dallas Creek trail. The ranger gave me an interpretive brochure so I could follow the signs there, which I loved. It was a perfect 1.1-mile hike with a little elevation change. I identified many plants along the way. I also saw a small red snake on a narrow path between willows along the creek, though it quickly moved away into the willows and I walked on.

Figure 5. Dallas Creek Nature Trail stop #20 was a 300-foot boardwalk of composite materials through natural springs and a variety of plants.

After the hike I had lunch in the van and unloaded my bicycle. This was my first real ride on my new electronic bicycle, and I was ready. I rode along the Marmot run bicycle path to the other end of the day use area. The ranger said this paved path was one of the most scenic in Colorado with perfect views of the San Juan mountains. He was right! I loved riding my new Aventon eBike. It gave me just enough workout and allowed me to go farther and thus see more than I could hiking. I rode out to the park’s reservoir and watched kayakers and fly-fishing fishermen. One fisherman scared me as he climbed out of the willows by Dallas Creek. I thought he was a bear.

Figure 6. Marmot Run bicycle path between Ridgway State Park and Ridgway, Colorado.

I rode my bicycle back to where the van was parked and continued outside of the park to the Dennis Weaver Memorial Park. There I sat by the river under a juniper tree. The Uncompahgre river was narrow and shallow, rock lined, and very swift. It was a very pretty spot with grass and other vegetation all around me. I sat where I could see and hear the river well. The connection with nature there was just what I needed to finally relax into the trip. 

Figure 7. Dennis Weaver Memorial Park near Ridgway.

Mark rode into camp after his first day riding the mountain passes and said, “Best ride ever.” He knows I love it when he says that. He had a blast riding the mountain passes. He was a little concerned because his bike was cutting out at the end, so he took the seat off and checked connections then plugged in the battery trickle charger. The next morning it all seemed fine – for a while.

Figure 8. Mark at Engineer Pass.

Figure 9. Mark's views from the mountain tops.

Tuesday morning Mark left for his ride, and I did yoga. I had planned to do some writing and then maybe bicycle around town before my scheduled afternoon fly-fishing lesson. Instead, Mark called me mid-morning and said that his motorcycle was not working. His friend hauled it back to camp with his jeep and Mark decided to take the motorcycle to a Montrose KTM dealer for diagnosis, hoping he could continue the Gold Rush Ride. 

On his way to Montrose, Mark dropped me off in Ridgway to do my fly-fishing trip. Tony, my guide, met me at RIGS Fly Shop & Guide Service in Ridgway. He had me put on rubber socks and wading boots that were ankle high, then we drove in his Bronco to the Dennis Weaver Memorial Park. Mark and I had just been there wasting time before my 1:15 p.m. appointment. Tony and I hiked downstream a ways, which included some uphill hiking. The altitude made me winded, but I did fine. At the river Tony showed me how to use the fly-fishing rod and reel. It was quite different from others I've used. The technique was more like cane pole fishing to me. As I was trying to figure out how to cast, a fish got on. I brought it right into the net. Tony had me hold it for a picture. That's the only fish I caught, though I had a few others hit my rig. I think it was too hot for trout to be very active. My rig had an indicator (bobber) on a nylon line with two small lures below it: a fly and a leech. The nylon line was tied to a bigger line that floated and wound around the reel. 

Figure 10. Rhonda caught a trout during her fly-fishing lesson.

We walked in and out of the water, back upstream, and fished in several holes. Tony said I did very well and was a natural. He didn't have to tell me much. I think I was easier than most of his other clients. About 4:00 p.m. I started to get tired of standing and lugging my backpack that I didn't really need. We hiked to the Bronco and drove back to the store at 5:00 p.m. where Mark met us. It was funny because Mark had spent his afternoon at the same park as he waited for me, not knowing I was there.

Figure 11. Rhonda fly-fishing the Uncompahgre River.

After Mark picked me up, we had a beer and tacos in Ridgway. On the way back to Ouray we stopped at the Orvis Hot Springs. I had been there during my Silverton Yoga Retreat in 2022, but Mark hadn't. It is such a nice place and the natural springs felt so relaxing.

On Wednesday we checked out of our campground, then drove back to Ridgway where Mark rented an eBike at a shop. We rode bicycles from Ridgway up to the State Park and back again. It was the same route that I did on Monday, though we went farther and it was fun having Mark there too. We rode 10 miles for a couple of hours, stopping for snacks and to enjoy scenery along the way. 

Figure 12. Mark bicycling the path near Ridgway, Colorado.

When we returned the bicycle in Ridgway, I noticed more locations where they filmed the movie True Grit. From there we drove to Montrose to get Mark's motorcycle. They had worked on it a couple of hours but couldn't fix it, so we cancelled our campsite at Crested Butte and Mark’s Colorado Gold Rush Ride was over. It was a disappointment, but we didn’t take long to formulate a new plan, and soon were driving the Million Dollar Highway south to Silverton. 

Figure 13. Million Dollar Highway.

Since visiting the area in 2022, we’d been wanting to camp at South Mineral Campground near the Ice Lakes Basin. It’s a very busy national forest campground and we knew it would be hard to get one of the first come, first served sites. We lucked out and got the last one available, site #4. We arrived about 3:00 p.m. and after settling in we did a short walk along the creek. There was a fire ban so instead of a campfire we cooked burgers and beans on our camp stove outside. From our campsite we could see the mountains all around us and especially loved the upper green meadows areas. It’s our favorite type of camping with large sites surrounded by nature. We saw many different birds, squirrels, and chipmunks. Deer came into camp each evening. The air there was very thin at 9,863-feet but we quickly adjusted. 

Figure 14. Our campsite at South Mineral Campground near Silverton, Colorado.

On Friday morning, Mark made pancakes on the camp stove and then we hiked up to the alpine lakes. The trailhead was near our campground. Mark says that it is the hardest thing he has ever done. Wow! That hike was brutal. As Neil Peart from RUSH says, “Adventures suck while you're having them” and that was certainly the case that day. We started up the trail at 9:09 a.m. I carried everything in my backpack, including two liters of water for two people. It was all uphill to the lakes. The trail was 8 miles round trip with a 2,600-foot elevation gain to over 12,500 feet. The altitude and steep climb made for a very difficult, yet rewarding, hike. 

Figure 15. Rhonda at the Ice Lake Basin trial intersection.

We hiked up through a burned-out section, past a waterfall, a short meadow, an evergreen area, and another small meadow, before reaching a “T”  in the trail. A young man was coming down and said we should do the trail to the right to the Island Lake first since it's a more gradual climb. It was still a steep climb, but less gravely and steep than going clockwise to Ice Lake first. I said that I trusted him, and we went that way, however I questioned his logic many times during that last mile. We had to take more and more breaks as we neared the top. We went slow from the beginning but as we reached 11,000-feet the trail got steeper, and we slowed down even more. We would take about 10 steps and stop for five deep breaths. So, on we went, up 10 steps, stop for 5 breaths, up 10 steps, and so on. At one point I told Mark I couldn't make it because I was a bit lightheaded and it was hard to walk. But then we got inspiration from a few hikers coming down. In the end, we persevered and made it to the top.

Figure 16. Mark resting along the trail up to Island Lake.

On the way up we kept shedding layers. At the top we put them all back on. It was cold, cloudy, and windy up there. I had hiked to Ice Lake during my Silverton Yoga Retreat but had never seen Island Lake. Island Lake is a most intense royal blue color. We sat by it and had an apple and drank some more water that we’d been sipping all the way up. 

Figure 17. Rhonda at Island Lake.

From there, we decided to hike on around to Ice Lake, but just as we rounded Island Lake it got windier and colder and started to rain. My hands were so cold. I had my head down to keep my hat on and went briefly down the wrong trail. Mark quickly corrected the path, but we hadn't gone far when we needed cover. Mark said, “I need my poncho”. We hunkered beside a rock and put on the little rain ponchos I'd brought. They immediately warmed us up. Luckily, it wasn't long until the rain stopped, and we ventured on. I cinched the poncho up with my backpack straps and Tilley hat.  I looked crazy, but I was warm. That section between the two lakes was quite treacherous. One section was steep, and you had to scramble on all fours. I put both trekking poles on one wrist and crawled my way across. It wasn't that bad, but you had to be careful.

Figure 18. Mark hiking between Island Lake and Ice Lake.

As we arrived at Ice Lake it got even windier and colder. We took a long look at the ice-cold blue lake nestled into the granite bluffs with wildflowers of every color all around. Water flowed into the lake on the far side and out on the side we stood on. From there it flowed downhill over smoky colored rocks. We wanted to stay but it was too cold and already 2:00 p.m. Most people hike earlier in the morning to avoid the daily cold rain shower that often happens in the alpine lakes. It took us four hours to reach Island Lake and another hour to get to Ice Lake.

As soon as we headed back down from Ice Lake it started to get warmer and easier to breathe. I quickly took off the poncho and more layers. The rocky trail sloped down for the first half mile or so and was difficult to navigate, but not as bad as going up. We stopped partway down that section to sit on a rock and eat a snack. The rest of the way down was hard on the knees but still easier than going up. We got back to our campsite about 5:00 p.m., just as our water ran out. It had taken us eight hours to do the eight-mile hike.

Figure 19. Rhonda climbing down from Ice Lake.

Our camper felt hot, we hurt, and we were exhausted so we just laid on our beds in front of fans with the generator running the air conditioner. This site didn’t have electricity. My middle back hurt the most, probably from carrying the backpack. My right sciatica hurt too, but mostly we felt good. I was so proud of Mark and myself for completing such a difficult hike. We are so glad we did it!

After resting a bit, I took a shower and then I went and paid for two more nights at that campground. We knew that we would have trouble finding a place on the weekend and loved this campground. I made quesadillas for supper, using up the fresh avocado and tomatoes and limes that I had brought. After supper, we continued sitting outside for a bit, but we were exhausted so soon went inside. We streamed a movie with the Starlink satellite using the van’s inverter to power it. I also charged our fan batteries. 

We left the inverter on when we went to bed. At 2:00 a.m. I heard a beeping noise warning that the inverter had low battery power to operate, so I turned it off. It took us a long time to get back to sleep after that, then another beeping woke me up at 6:00 a.m. This time the solar power and RV batteries were at critical low levels, too low to even start the generator. Mark started the van for a little power and heat, but when the stove didn't work for coffee, we decided to go to town. In Silverton we went to an RV park and asked if we could pay for a spot to plug our RV into a power supply for a few hours. They were very nice and sold us a spot for $40. We plugged in and it immediately started charging. We had to reboot some of the screens but everything else worked fine. Later our campground host told us of a way to jump start the generator without having to plug it in. We are always learning more about this rig.

While the van charged, we walked around Silverton. It is a historic mining town and walking around it feels like going back in time to dirt streets and swinging saloon doors. We had a very good breakfast at Natalia’s restaurant, formerly an old brothel. It felt good to sit and relax. After eating we went into a few stores but didn't buy anything. By the time we got back to the van, it was mostly full power, so we filled the RV water tank, and headed back to camp.

At camp everything seemed to be functioning fine. Mark worked on his motorcycle while I read a book. Later we took a walk to the creek and spent about an hour sitting by the water. I read while Mark hiked up the South Fork Mineral Creek where he found an awesome waterfall area. Later we fixed pizza in the Dutch oven on the camp stove outside. We sat outside quite a while enjoying the cool weather and scenery.

Figure 20. Waterfall along the South Fork Mineral Creek.

Friday morning Mark made pancakes and then we hiked up to the waterfall that he had found. Behind it were several more waterfalls in the gorgeous mountain stream. We walked along the stream and steep cliffs as far as we could, then cut out to the road. The road wound through a large meadow and was all uphill. We walked down to the stream through the meadow’s corn lily, asters, and grasses. However, it was too rugged without a good path and several bear droppings. So, we went back up to the road and hiked up, up, up until it seemed too far to walk. The walk back down was easier and pretty to see the meadow and mountains around us. Back at camp Mark made grilled cheese and soup for lunch. 

Figure 21. Meadow area along South Fork Mineral Creek and Road.

It was a great last day at South Mineral Campground. Later that afternoon, we walked up the creek adjacent to the road for quite a ways then back to our camper. The views there were incredible. As we walked, I regretted that we only had one more night, but then I had a feeling that I wasn’t completely leaving. I wondered if part of us -  our essence and vibes - would remain there and merge into the mountain magic. We also take some of the mountain’s magic with us as it continues to send us peace and hope when we need it most. I felt like I was part of that environment and that I could return any time in my mind.

Figure 22. South Mineral Creek.

We awoke Sunday morning to 39-degree temperatures. After coffee and oatmeal, we left that magical mountain retreat. As we headed toward home, we reminisced about past trips along that route and what we had done. Tyler and I had been to Chimney Rock National Monument, so since we were going right past it, we stopped for Mark to see it too (See Botanical Journey's book on Amazon). It now had a new visitor center and bookstore. We unhooked the trailer and drove to the upper parking lot to hike the interpretive trail. Such amazing views, history, culture, and stories in that place.

Figure 23. Chimney Rock National Monument.

That night we lucked out again and got a first come, first served national forest camp site in the Park Creek Campground. It was located adjacent to the south fork of the Rio Grande River just past Wolf Creek Pass. Site #12 was another gorgeous spot at the end of the campground with access to the river. We enjoyed our evening though I didn't sleep very well. 

Figure 24. South Fork of the Rio Grande River adjacent to our campsite at Park Creek Campground.

Monday morning, we left early and drove all day to Sand Hills State Park in Hutchinson, Kansas again. It was very hot there, so we stayed inside the camper van after setting up. Tuesday, we drove all the way home, arriving about 5:00 p.m. It is always good to be home, but we missed the mountain air and views. We will return and hopefully next time Mark can ride his motorcycle on more mountain passes, while I explore more of the breathtaking mountain magic.

Figure 25. Mark's view while riding the Colorado mountain passes on his motorcycle.