There was no rush to get to Rocky Mountain National Park.  We were within three hours of the park, and the route avoided the Berthoud pass.  We had been to the pass once before, just for fun, and the road is a steep, curving, tall bastard. I had difficulty with the altitude the night before, and sleep that night was a dear commodity.  I woke up feeling like I was swimming in oatmeal.  We were not in a rush to get going anywhere. Continue reading →