Old Muddy

With a weekend not in the planned camping schedule (!) we decided to spend a night or two peacefully camping just as a family on the Colorado River.
Well - we ended up going to Glenwood Canyon.
Honestly I could not reccomend this campsite to anyone other than those who are forced into an overnight stop halfway across the State of Colorado.
We arrived late Friday night with a thunderstorm that that incredible - lightning flashing around the canyon, thunder booming and echoing. It was as if we were being given a message - 'no... turn around.. go home'.... hmmm

The Colorado River was living up to its nickname of Old Muddy - brown mocha water - not much of a spot for fishing.

On top of this the campsite is the other side of the river from the main rail track which has passenger trains and freight trains coming through during the night. We had visitations from the rail company at 1.30 and 2.30.
The noise was unbelievable: the ground shaking, the engines roarinbg, the brakes screeching - I had to shout to kate to be heard - and she was right next to me - and it was 2.30AM ..!

Needless to say the fishing was unproductive - however, I was impressed with the creek in No-Name Canyon which was just behind us. If I had more time that water looked sparkling clear and I am sure would have delivered up some nice Brookies at least.

Saterday afternoon saw our camper being nearly blown over by a freak gust which damaged the awning and door and so we had to shut things down and return to Denver.