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This is a guest post from my dad, Grandpa Points. He and my mom are in their mid-60’s, are (mostly) retired, DSCN4512and are ticking off “bucket list” destinations quicker than they ever thought possible thanks to miles, points, and travel deals.  They have an intense love of this country, of its National Parks and treasures, and have no problem with a clean budget hotel room and an economy airline seat on a budget airline as long as it gets them where they want to be.  A photographer by trade, his adventures are usually captured not just in his mind, but in his camera.  He shares his thoughts and travels here from time to time, and I’m excited to share another one of their adventures.

As a youth, Vacation was spelled C-O-L-O-R-A-D-O. My family would annually pack up our Coleman tent, our Coleman sleeping bags, our Coleman lantern, camp stove and thermos and head to Colorado for two weeks. I have great memories of those trips and the seeds for my love of travel and my affection for the American West were planted and nurtured in those long ago road adventures.

At an early age, I could navigate the byways and the backways of Colorado without the use of a Standard Oil, Amoco or Sinclair map. I was my own GPS. As the calendars of my life have been left smoking from my fast journey through them, I have continued with frequent forays into Colorado with family and friends. It has always welcomed me, it has always excited me.

Thanks to a recent Frontier Airlines sale, Colorado called and invited us to come visit again. We RSVP’d that we were indeed coming and chose late September for our quick hitting mountain return. We decided Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park would be our main focus as that area had somehow gone unexplored by me for 40 years, and was virgin territory for the rest of the crew. We knew our timing could lead to great weather and fantastic fall foliage as we packed our one (free) small, personal item/backpack for our Frontier night flight to Denver.DSCN9478 (2)

As we headed north to Estes, my brain was afire with childhood memories. Exciting, endearing, nostalgic, refreshing memories of trips taken and magic beheld. The kind of fond recollections I am sure all parents hope their children can take with them from family vacations. Thank you Mom and Dad for this grand gift. “Memories pressed between the pages of my mind, sweet memories.”




We could feel the temperature dropping as we climbed in elevation and as the walls of St. Vrain’s Canyon hid the afternoon sun. The river flowing alongside was like the liquid mercury in a compass leading us upstream to our destination. We rounded a curve and there below was our home for the next three days, Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park.DSCN9244

Another reason in choosing this area was the famous Elk Convention held here annually in late September and early October. No, not the fraternal organization, but rather the zoological variety. It is mating season in The Rockies and the bull elks like to show off their herds by parading into the city parks, green spaces and golf courses.

They have been doing this for centuries, since long before tourists came to the area. I guess one could say (and I apologize for this in advance) they are in a “Rut”. Well, it didn’t take long to encounter this migration as we ran smack dab into it as soon as we hit downtown. Actually, as we turned to park, a man was gored by a bull elk presumably because he got too close to nature. Normally, the animals and the humans coexist quite nicely in these relatively close quarters. But, it is always advisable to use common sense and situational awareness to minimize the chances of an unfortunate incident. We watched and followed, photographed and admired the beauty and dignity of these animals till darkness sat in and then on each subsequent day upon chance encounters.










The next day we arose early to drive into RMNP and head up to Bear Lake. The ride up to Bear Lake was gorgeous as the aspens were a’peaking. Our youngest daughter said that some were so beautiful they should be called “gaspens”.  (Touche, my love, touche.)

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I have been to Bear Lake many times in my youth and one of my memories was the abundance of chipmunks and how feeding them was actually encouraged or, at least, not discouraged. I have a recall (real or imagined) of gum type dispensers from which chipmunk food could be purchased. I can positively state no such devices are there now. Bear Lake is one of a series of glacier created lakes whose accessibility varies from short and easy to moderately difficult. We chose the very picturesque and popular walk around Bear Lake as a starter and then ventured on up to Nymph, Dream and Emerald Lakes. The hike up is only about 2 miles with very manageable elevation gain, and is thus far more rewarding than demanding. DSCN9674DSCN9297










Photo ops pop up everywhere and each lake offers something different. Bear Lake has size, great surroundings and ease of access. Nymph is dotted with aquatic vegetation and Dream Lake has a more mirrored quality and is inhabited by the beautiful Colorado State Fish, the Greenback Cutthroat Trout.

My favorite was Emerald because of the water’s color and the rugged landscape that surrounds it.



The chipmunks that used to be so prevalent at Bear Lake now seem to be at Emerald. They are very social and not afraid to climb on board the human anatomy.

Two hopped on members in our group, one on the leg and the other on the back. Think the squirrel scene from Christmas Vacation, funny to look at but disconcerting to experience. Overall, our little day hike was a beautiful, outdoor mountain activity that gave us the chance to touch and be touched by nature. We reached out to shake her hand and she put her arm around us and enveloped us in her colorful cloak. This journey is doable for most everyone from the casual tourist to the REI regular and we gave it a 5 smile rating.



Our next morning dawned with clear skies, cool temps and glorious color, a chamber of commerce kind of day. DSCN9347

As we entered The Park, we were welcomed by some mule deer. If I didn’t know better, I might think these are animatronic because every time I have entered there have been similar such creatures at the same spot. They were there 60 years ago, 50 years ago, 40 years ago and I expect to see them on a future return whenever that might be. They are sort of like a dynamite opening act might be to a great concert by setting a positive and exciting mood and tone for the rest of the day.

Our goal was to take Fall River Road up to the top and take Trail Ridge Road back down. Fall River is a maintained but unpaved one way road that slices through the forests and steadily climbs to above timberline. It is a safe road that is well traveled but it gives you a throwback taste of yesteryear mountain travel without the downsides. The golden leaves of the aspens were ablaze as we made our way up the switchbacks on a road left dustless by a gentle overnight shower.


I have a history with this road when as a 9 year old I ventured too close to the top of the rocky 30 foot high Chasm Falls and over and down I went.

I was physically unscathed but I have been forever since very uncomfortable in any headwaters above a waterfall. We stopped and paid homage to the falls of my fall.


There were many inspiring and invigorating stops on this delightful morning as we slowly savored the splendor of this 11 mile route which took us almost 3 hours to take in and appreciate. The road has been aptly described as a “Motor Nature Trail” and we highly recommend it. It intersects Trail Ridge Road just below the Alpine Visitors Center and you feel like you are on the top of the world.

On the way back down to Estes on Trail Ridge Road we spotted 2 groups of Bighorn Sheep in the high tundra,


we got lightly snowed on, took in the high mountain vistas,


watched elk in the mountain meadows, saw a large coyote on the side of the road, and witnessed a moose eating in a grove of young aspens.

This legendary road is generally open to travel from late May to mid October and it and The Park are like a guaranteed treasure hunt. You will always find something valuable and rewarding.

Estes Park is still quite busy in late September and early October and most lodging facilities were displaying NO VACANCY signs. It is a pretty town that has survived the tests of time and the whims of nature. Estes is a town of multiple personalities. One block, one intersection, can offer crowds, congestion and blinking traffic lights and just two streets over and seconds away you can find serenity and peace with a daytime view of ascending peaks and a nighttime sky of a thousand stars.

If you come to this area from Denver, I would take different roads coming and going. We came in through Longmont and Lyons and went out through Big Thompson’s Canyon to Loveland. Big Thompson’s Canyon has been the site of several significant floods in my lifetime but it is one beautiful and fun ride as the road twists and turns through a narrow canyon.


As we neared the end of the canyon road, I said that if we had an extra hour I would turn around and do the ride again. And as long as Frontier keeps offering seats from Houston to Denver for as low as $19, we can check under the cushions and round up some loose change and return whenever we want.

Our little trip was quite rewarding. Efficient, economical and easy. We successfully added another couple of colorful leaves to our ever expanding book of travels.


Colorado is like a good friend who you feel comfortable with even after a period of absence. It was so good to see you my friend, so good to see you.





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  1. Great writing! Sounds like a fabulous trip. My mother vacationed in Colorado as a child as well (from her home in MN) and luckily for me, she made good on her vow to live there one day. We moved when I was two and never looked back.
    Grandpa Points does a great job describing the beauty of this wonderful state. 🙂

    • Many have made that pledge to one day live in Colorado but most go unfulfilled. So glad your family was one of the lucky ones. We treasure our experiences there. Thanks for writing.

    • We stayed at The Comfort Inn just east of town. We hope you get to go. We would like to go back when Trail Ridge Rd. first reopens in May to see the snow depth on the sides of the road. Thanks for commenting.

    • Thank you for the nice words. The photos truly just reflected the beauty that was there and the colorful time of the year picked us. One of the rewards of retirement is the freedom and ability to go somewhere when the time and conditions present such optimum viewing and enjoyment. Colorado in the Fall is special.

    • RMNP is a gem. It puts your senses into overdrive. We truly appreciate the opportunity we have had to share in its wealth of beauty. Thanks for taking the time to write in.

  2. Great article – great pictures !! I live in Golden and I suggest that the next time you go to Estes, go via the Peak-to-Peak highway from Blackhawk to Estes. You get to Blackhawk by taking 6th Ave from Denver and through Clear Creek Canyon to Blackhawk (Try to avoid the casinos in Blackhawk unless you’re feeling lucky). It takes 40-50 min longer to Estes, but it’s worth it. The aspen/mountain views along the Peak-to-Peak hwy are gorgeous,and if you’re lucky a teenage girl will be selling wonderful chocolate chip cookies on the side of the road. The next time I see her, I’m going to buy all her cookies!! If you have time, stop in Golden and I will escort you through the Coors Brewery.
    Jim Fowler

  3. Wow, thanks for the generous comments, the road suggestion and the invite. We are generally pretty lucky (not in the casinos, but, in life ) so I would expect the scenery to be magnificent and that chocolate chip cookies would be available when we get to take The Peak to Peak highway. I love that name. I remember growing up when Coors was not available in our part of Texas and the standing order, whenever someone was going to Colorado, was to bring back a case of Coors.
    Thanks again

    • Kelly,
      I am assuming you are the same Kelly that frequently comments. I always appreciate your kindness and encouragement. If you are a different Kelly, I am equally touched by your generous words.
      Thanks to all

  4. Oh, you have to go again and go on over to Grand Lake. The largest herds of Elk we seen in RMNP were in the valley on the Grand Lake side of the park. We also seen several Moose and less tourist. Grand Lake is wonderful!

    • Angela,
      We did go to Grand Lake as it was also a happy and frequent stop of my youth. The article, however, was too long to include anything else. We often stayed at Lemon Lodge as a family. This trip we did hike up to Adams Falls and ate lunch in town. We also saw the “aspen” house. What a treat.
      Thanks for writing in.

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