Panarama Point

Golden Gate Canyon State Park

Golden Gate Canyon State Park has been on my todo list for some years now, yet because of it’s proximity it all too often got pushed to the “next week” list, but this weekend I can finally add this notch to my belt.

Honestly, for the life of me I can not figure out why this area is a State Park. It is not really any different then the rest of the Rockies other than a fee is required. Don’t get me wrong, it is…

​​More than 12,000 acres of dense forest, rocky peaks, and aspen-rimmed meadows laced with miles of trails awaiting the hiker, horseback rider, mountain biker and winter sports enthusiast at Golden Gate Canyon State Park.

… but that can be said of a lot of the area around it too.

Nevertheless, Moose and I entered the park in the early morning searching for a little adventure. Our first stop was Panorama Point where I hear that you can see 100 miles of continuous mountain peaks from this one very spot.

Panarama Point
Just a fraction of the view

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Getting back on the horse

It has been just over 3 weeks and injury has turned to boredom. I have been both lucky and thankful to have Timmy and Imelda here to care for me during the worst of it. Though I could have managed on my own, it is always nice to have someone there with you in times like this. I have even spent these three weeks in the house as opposed to being in the van. While I have been warm and comfy with a beautiful woman caring for me, my van-dwelling-ego has taken a hit being out of my ‘home’ for so long.

I am anxious to get back on that horse (the van), which I hope to do by the end of this weekend. Then back to the gym to start my upper-body recovery… very slowly.

Life at a dead stop

It has been one full week since my little biking mishap. Seven full days, and today I am still 100% disabled. Life has come to a dead stop of all activities, even typing this post is a task filled with bursts of pain from my collarbone. Breathing reminds me of the two broken ribs every moment of every day. I can no longer work, and play is most definitely out of the question. I have little projects on the van I’d like to do, but no way could I o them. The simple task of walking Moose the two blocks to the dog-park results in the need of a two hour nap after. I never knew how closely joined my right-foot is to the muscles in my left-shoulder. Any movement, any where on my body, makes that shoulder scream out.

However, there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’m taking much less pain killers than a few days ago. Though the pain still persists, it is not as potent as it once was. Less pain killers means I should be able to stay awake more of each day, go for more walks, or even drive to go do something (not physical of course).  Hopefully in another week I can do more, and more again another week down the calendar. I have seven and a half weeks before Hawaii. Hopefully that is enough time to get to a stage to at least do some swimming and mild hiking.

Full-timing in a van while exploring the country