After one last trip to the Backstreet Bistro, we bid farewell to Ouray and headed toward Montrose. Mike wanted to try the disc golf course located near the city park, so Nora and I entertained ourselves at the playground equipment while Mike lost two discs and had trouble locating tee pads.



We stopped at the Horsefly Brewery on our way out of town and each had a sampler.  Mike also had a 50/50 burger that consisted of half hamburger and half bacon.  He was in heaven until the heartburn kicked in a few hours later.


We drove a few miles up the road to Black Canyon National Park and made camp – in a true campground for the first time all trip.  Once we’d had dinner and the temperature dropped we hiked along the north rim of the canyon.
After a week carrying Nora in the pack, Mike was excited to show off his new skills – pushups, crane-style…he was also attacked by a rainbow. Poor guy.


 As I said, this was the first and only night we camped in an actual campground. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of butting up against the RV loop. A group of approximately 15 Israelis camped next to us. They had no inside voices (or quiet outside voices as the case may be). And around 10:30 out came a harmonica. I'm not sure I've ever been so glad to hear a thunderstorm arrive in my life as I was when one decended upon us around 11:00 that night.


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