We carefully planned a 52-day camping road trip to the Western United States for more than two years before our scheduled departure on June 22, 2006. There were hundreds of logistical details that we had to see to before we were ready to hitch up our Coleman pop-up trailer to our minivan and hit the road. We were overwhelmed by the number of friends, family members, neighbors, and co-workers who expressed an interest in receiving updates on our adventure, so we established this blog. Thank you for reading and sharing your comments.
 

      - Frank, Sessy, Elliot and Emily



Saturday, July 01, 2006

Day 7 (Garden of the Gods)

Day 7
June 28, 2006
Sightseeing in Colorado Springs

Today we all decided to take it easy after driving almost 1100 miles over the past three days. The day’s activities, visits to Garden of the Gods Park and the National Fallen Fire Fighters Memorial were all very close to our campground.

After a leisurely pancake breakfast, we set out for Garden of the Gods. This is a free, C. Springs city park with spectacular, knife-like, luminescent red and white rock formations that jut up through the valley floor and stick up in the air as much as 400 feet. We hiked on a paved pathways around and between the formations until we were about a half mile from where we parked when a minor (by east coast standards) thunder storm blew through and rained a cold rain on us while we walked quickly back to the car. We didn’t get very wet, but it was surprising and disappointing to have our visit to the park cut short.

We decided to drive back to the campground to eat lunch and wash clothes for the first time. By the time we were finished with the wash, the skies were clear again so Frank and Emily went swimming in the campground’s pool while Sessy and Elliot surfed the web.

After dinner, we drove to the National Fallen Fire Fighters Memorial. The setting was a lush, green lawn in a corner of a city park that contains baseball and other athletic fields with Pike’s Peak and other mountains as a dramatic backdrop. It was a somber experience that we all found moving. Frank knew 9 guys whose names were on the black granite walls, including one of his fire academy classmates, Jack Zoppo. The section for the FDNY guys from 9/11 was particularly salient.

We then returned to the campground and partook of the campground’s ice cream social before retiring to our trailer for a welcome night’s sleep.

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