We settled in for Chardonnay and people watching. Kat had just poured the wine when a big shirtless guy stumbled out of his old trailer and collapsed into a lawn chair. An unwashed-looking fellow pedaled past on an old bicycle, and no-shirt yelled at him “Hey, pig-face! You owe me money! I’m talking to you!” Pig-face paid him no mind. Kat thought she saw an old skinny guy tying off a vein, then with his other hand; did he give himself an injection?Read More
We found a so-so spot in the Bighorn Canyon campground. A day later we improved locations, this time securing a high site near the river, close enough to hear its music after dark.
Salida is Kat’s kind of town. Downtown is an old but well-kept, a mix of cafes, galleries, offices, shops and bars. The river runs right through old downtown, and the City of Salida operates two shady, manicured parks right there on the river.Read More