“It ain’t on no map
And I’m glad it isn’t
Leave the phone and the GPS,
Those satellites ain’t found it yet,
Got our own little piece of heaven hidden” – Rascal Flatts, Banjo
Part of me really misses my Sunday morning jaunts up No Thoroughfare. I’m sure when it warms up I’ll get back into that. But right now I just feel…tired. The thought of even a hike today was exhausting. But…I do the trail thing every day, right?
We spent the morning in church, and the afternoon saw Dennis out on the trails at 18 road and I napping with the kids. When he got home I said, “Why don’t we just throw everyone in the Jeep and go exploring.” So we did. With Tim in full-protest. We’re working on him.
Sometimes I just pull out the big Colorado travel map book and do slow spirals out from my house, looking for an area yet to be explored. That’s how today’s experience came to be. There was a dirt road maybe 10 minutes from my house that I hadn’t been on. I attempted research on the area but could find…. nothing.
We drove south on Hwy 50/6, and just before the 141 west-bound turn, we took a left. The road soon turned into dirt and Dennis had a lot of fun drifting Little Red around the corners. But before long our route was terminated. The sign said “Grand Junction City Municipal Watershed. Authorized Personnel only.” Though I can pull of “authorized” pretty well, we opted not to try it, and turned around, looking for another option.
There was a dirt road on the satellite view that took off and headed toward Palisade- but was only accessible through a private ranch. So another dead-end. I was prepared to call it and say the 8 miles of dirt road totally counts, when Dennis suddenly hit the breaks. He said, “Well, it’s not a road, but it’s something.” He backed us up to… a trailhead?
As you can see, we had a great time exploring this little gem. The trail had clearly not been used by anything but game in some time. It took us down to the Whitewater Creek, and we imagined its progress might lead all the way up to the Mesa. Sunset offered more picture opportunities than you could imagine!
From the pictures you can see Tim’s progression from fussy–grump to happy-trails. When we got in the Jeep and started off again I showed him the pictures of him smiling, and I said, “Tim, did you have a good time? Did you have fun? Remember how you said you didn’t want to come?” And all three of them concurred that doing a trail with Mommy was better than staying at home.
I’m going to remind them of this, next time.