The Elk Hunt

Pat Daddy • December 6, 2019

Non-hunters don't usually understand that it's not just for game that we go into the woods.

The second weekend of November the Engineer and I were set for hunting elk in Colorado's 3rd rifle season. Originally the group was supposed to be 6 but because of some licensing mishaps our group became the Engineer and I. That was fine, the hustle and bustle of life had E and I going in separate directions. I'd hardly spoken with him much since his engagement, this would be a good catch up weekend.

I prepared our pop-up camper for the trek making sure it had redundant systems of heat. The mountains would be cold at night. Even though staying in the camper is more comfortable than camping in a tent, in a pop up your bed actually floats over cold air so without proper preparation it can be quite chilly. However we made sure that we had additional insulation underneath our sleeping bags so we would be warm. I also brought up some moving quilts that we would use to hang over the sides at night giving the walls more insulation.
We left on Friday morning loaded up and ready for our adventure. It was a warm day on the front range of Colorado and it was going into a very warm weekend at home. That warmth wasn't just on the front range, it was nice up in the mountains as well. The drive up I-70 to Highway 9 through Kremling and over Gore pass was relatively uneventful. We would arrive at our camping spot around 1 pm and have camp set up in time to for a 2 ½ hour hunt that afternoon.

As we readied our packs, put on our orange and grabbed our rifles, the mid afternoon sun was warm enough that we were comfortable walking in long sleeve T-shirts. We walked to the area we have hunted before which took roughly an hour. Before going I had prepared maps from a website of the area where we would be hunting. Little did I know however that I cut them off a little too short and where we were walking to was not on the map. This is something we would learn later. We hiked into the valley where our friends had hunted for a number of years and actually sat in their makeshift blind that sits on the side of the hill. We sat there for about an hour then as the sun began getting low in the west we took the opportunity to shoot a target we brought make sure that our rifles were sighted in. We found they were shooting fine and decided we would work our way back to our camp for the evening.

I suggested that we walk up over a hill that I had walked a number of times over the years and drop back down into the valley where we would then head north to our camp. Unfortunately, I was referring to a map that not show where we were, but I thought it did. As we got into the woods we found ourselves in a significant number of downfall trees and relatively deep snow. As we trudged northward, the area I was looking for did not appear and we found ourselves much deeper in the woods than I ever anticipated. Referring to the map something didn’t seem quite right however we did know if we kept going north we would ultimately make it back to camp. However the setting sun and the lessening of light did raise both of our anxiety levels quite a bit.

We finally popped out of the woods above a long valley where we actually saw a large bull moose. We entered into the valley and decided we needed to refer to our GPS and a map. We found ourselves on the map but based on our previous believe it was correct, it seemed as though we actually walked backwards. However the accuracy of the map was not our concern now as we needed to get to the main trail and walk back out, I had wanted to be to camp by now. We determined where we needed to go regardless of what the map showed. This only raised my concern higher. As we found the route to the trail, my choice of suggesting that we walk out on an uncharted route as dusk was falling began to haunt me. As we were now in the open but still not back on our trail, suddenly the anxiety that I had felt before began to bubble up. I felt extremely stupid and irresponsible.

As we walked toward the area where we hoped to find the trail back, I began to express how stupid I felt and what a dumb decision I made an suggesting we take this track. As I began doing this, the Engineer who was in front of me stopped, walked back to me, looked me in the eye and said “dad, we are going to be fine, we all make mistakes, we’re ok” then he hugged me. While the hug dispersed my anxiety, I was suddenly taken aback by the maturity of the Engineer. That was the perfect thing to do in that situation. I could only wonder where in his life did he learn to be so insightful and to know how this one simple act could defuse the anxiety of the moment.

We would walk about another hundred and 50 yards and meet up with our trail that would take us back to our camper. We arrived at the camper about 40 minutes later and started up the generator and poured a cocktail while we got ready for dinner. We played some games, had dinner and after dinner I suddenly began feeling very ill. I was sweating and extremely hot, my stomach began to cramp terribly and I was worried I had caught the flu. It was then that I realized that I did not drink enough water during our trek earlier that day. The engineer then suggested that I add to my water an electrolyte tablet. A pint or more of water and some electrolytes and 20 minutes later I felt fine. Again, E came through with the correct answer to a challenge. We played one more game of cards that evening and then called it a night as we would be getting up early in the morning. As I went to bed that evening I was amazingly proud of E and the resourceful man he had become, I was also grateful for him.

At 5 am Saturday morning the alarm went off and it was time to warm up our camper which mostly had no heat over the evening. We dressed and had a bit of breakfast. Then we prepared to walk into our hunting area in the dark. As we got about a half a mile down the trail which we were walking on with our headlamps on, suddenly as we walked over a rise there were two small green eyes looking at us. I said to the engineer what is that a fox? He replied yes it was. The fox however was very curious about us. I don’t know if the lights on our heads made us look funny, or perhaps the loggers in the area had fed the fox and we were seen as a easy meal ticket. Either way the fox continued to follow us for almost half a mile. As we got into the middle of a meadow where the snow had crusted over from the previous day the fox would run as fast as he could past us on the left and stop in front of us in the trail and stare at us. As we walked closer, he'd run down the other side of us and then run back up again on our left and stare us from the trail. At one point the Engineer stopped and chased it hoping it would decide we did not want to play, however that did not discourage the fox. He would continue this game for about another five minutes and then we must have become boring as he was gone. We had not been in the woods even 24 hours at this point and we had already seen a large bull moose and had interaction with a cute little fox who wanted a sandwich.

We continued to hunt the rest of the day and it was quite a bit of walking. This was a wonderful time as I hadn’t had much time to talk with the engineer since his engagement. We had some great father/son talks as we ventured through the woods. Unfortunately the warm sun had the elk staying deep in the trees where they would be cool in their winter coats. Our trek found us back at camp Saturday afternoon with still 90 minutes of hunting time left. We decided to explore a bit in the truck and determine where we would hunt Sunday morning before we'd have to leave. The drive gave us a better understanding of the area to our north. As we drove back to camp we stopped to watch a field for the final 15 minutes of legal hours. We watched the field and had a beer as the sun set. Then we returned to the camper.

Saturday night although cold outside we really got our camper warm. We played cards in our short sleeves and enjoyed a dinner of Philly cheese steak sandwiches. We had a couple of hunting camps around us, our neighbors to the north had a big fire going outside their canvas wall tent. The season ended the next day on Sunday, I figured they were just enjoying their last night in camp. As we went to sleep we could hear their conversations in the distance, the next I knew it was an hour before it was time to get up.

I turned on the furnace and went back to sleep which allowed the camper to warm up and be warm when it was time to get up. Like all second hunting mornings we were moving a bit more slowly than the previous morning. We got out to the camper at first light and worked our way north to an aspen tree area that looked promising. We were in our spot by sunrise. I pulled out my Jet boil stove and we had some coffee and snacks. Nothing was moving so I had E stay in the spot and I worked my way over the ridge we were watching hoping to kick something back to him. I found lots of sign but no elk. I got back to E about 45 minutes later. I showed him where I walked and we made plans for how we would hunt this area if we returned next year.

The day had dawned beautiful and cloudless. Not a great hunting day, but a beautiful day. We worked our way back to camp and found indeed our neighbors to the north were packed and gone. The camp to our east which was a 5th wheel trailer, was packing up as well. We did the same and within an hour we were ready to head back home. Our drive back was filled with good conversation.

I dropped E off at his apartment and headed home. It was a weekend where I never found an elk. But what I did find was that on the eve of some of the biggest changes in his life so far, my son had grown up to be a man to be admired for his preparedness, his insight and his affable demeanor. It was a wonderful weekend in our lifelong transition from father and son to father and friend.


By Patdaddy October 29, 2025
We awoke Friday at 7 am. Our bodies tried to convince us it was actually 11 pm, but we fought through the fog and had a cup of coffee. Once dressed the four of us were off on the search for breakfast. Our first choice was a coffee shop that was full of locals. The dizzying pace at which the Italians got their espressos and pastries, stood and ate them and then paid and left, was intimidating. We were a bit timid and really did not get enough to eat as we enjoyed or coffees and MLW and I shared a chocolate croissant, and then we were off. Our next step was to get our 2 day vaporetto tickets, the ticket to the water bus. Getting the tickets was reasonably easy and then it was time to figure out how to get on the correct vaporetto that would correspond with Rick Steve’s Venice tour that uses the vaporetto. After almost getting on two other vaporetto lines, we finally found the correct one and we were off. He comical part was that as soon as we’d realize we were on the wrong platform Angie who is, uhm, height challenged, compact, not tall, you get the picture, would just walk under the gate and go to the next platform, while the rest of us, awkwardly had to bend over, climb over or some unflattering movement to get on the other side of the gates. The vaporetto was quite busy with Venetians going to work, tourists riding it and other tourists listening to the same Rick Steves tour we were listening to. We had a great overview of the grand canal and a quick history lesson. When we were at the other end of the line, we got off at St. Mark’s Square. We had our tickets to the Doge’s palace and decided to start the tour right then. The Doge’s palace was the palace of the Doge, the leader of Venice when it was a trading stronghold 600 years ago. As we walked through the tour listening to the prerecorded tour guide, the once wealth of Venice was overwhelming as you looked at antiquity after antiquity. What I found extremely interesting was the number of times the tour mentioned that a certain piece of artwork was now in the Louvre in France because Napoleon stole it. The tour ended by going over the bridge of sighs and through the prisons. By this point, 90 minutes or so since we started the tour, we were getting antiquity saturation and a bit hangry since we didn’t have much for breakfast. We grabbed a bit of lunch and checked in for an island tour of Murano, Burano and Torcello. Once on the boat our first stop was Murano, the Venetian island known for glass blowing. Here we had about a 20 minute grass blowing demonstration. First the glass blower made a beautiful pitcher. It had a swirl design to the glass and an elegant handle. He held it up to his audience and after a clapping approval, the glass blower took the vase still attached to his blowing rod and smacked it in the oven dropping the glass back into the molten glass in the furnace. I guess they had enough pitchers! Next he made a horse. Again, in minutes, and again the glass was returned to the molten glass in the furnace. After the demo we were escorted into their showroom. We purchased a few gifts and had just enough time to walk a bit down the waterfront and it was time to get back on the boat. Our next stop was Torcello. Torcello was the first inhabited island of the Venetian islands. It’s claim to fame was a very old church. It had few inhabitants and the stop was basically a long walk to the church and a long walk back. Not much to see in Torcello. Our final island was Burano, the island known for lace making. This island was known to MLW and I because it was featured in the Hallmark “The Veil” series. It’s famous for its brightly colored shops and buildings and of course the women who patiently make beautiful lace. We walked around and I ate my first gelato. Oh my gosh! now I know why everyone told me to eat gelato in Italy. We walked a bit more and then it was time to get back on the boat and return to Venice.
By Patrick Jones October 13, 2025
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By Pat Daddy December 30, 2024
If you attend enough of my companies meetings, you’ll be shown the scene from City Slickers where Billy Crystal’s character (Mitch) and Jack Palance’s character (Curley) have a discussion where Curley explains that the secret to a happy life is figuring out your 1 thing. This movie and the concept of "your 1 thing" was a favorite of our founder Pete Harman. If you want to refresh your memory, here’s a clip of that scene, I tried shorter versions, but you really need the three minutes:
By Pat Daddy November 4, 2024
The more posts I write, the more I learn the most popular posts are about my bees. I’m fine with that because I love my bees. They spent another summer teaching me how to coexist with them and how we can help each other. As our communication improves so does their health and honey production. How did the summer go? You’ll remember I had to start from scratch this spring with 4 packages of bees that I bought as 2 pairs a week apart from two different companies. My luck with the bee packages did not go as planned. I got two “dud” queens and within two weeks they were both missing from the hive, maybe killed by her own subjects. Thankfully in May I captured my first swarm. Capturing my first swarm was a beekeeper's dream come true. My friend and neighbor Steve was telling me there was this big clump of wasps on their tree near their horses and his wife was concerned for their horses. Well I knew something was wrong because wasps all die in the winter but the queen, who has to emerge in the spring and start building a nest. So in the Spring there just aren’t big clumps of wasps. I asked if he'd show it to me and sure enough, it was a swarm of honeybees looking for a new home. To me the swarm was $150 just hanging in a tree waiting for me to give them a lovely hive to live in. I captured them and they happily accepted their new hive as their new home and then a week or so later I merged the frisbee hive with them who no longer had a queen. This hive did very well over the summer. The hive I call the Newbees also had a dud queen and they too were later joined into the hive that I captured. My most incredible hive was the Frisbees who produced two supers of honey that I could harvest. That’s 20 frames of honey. The Air BnBees produced about 12 frames and the Gumbees about 5 frames. In total my three hives produced 95 lbs. of honey or just a bit over 8 gallons. What am I going to do with all that honey? Sell it of course. Interested? You can purchase my honey at the bottom of the blog. I’m going into winter with three hives I feel really good about. In the Spring between buying bees and splitting hives I hope to have 8 hives running next summer. That is too many to have on just our property so I’ve secured a couple of locations to put hives. That of course will mean more capital investment into my bees, much of which I hope will come from honey sales. This was a fun year. I tried a number of new things. I learned how to move hives and how not too. I merged more hives and felt much more confident in the things I did. Of course the more new things I tried, I also got stung more. Some of that was because I thought I had on enough protection and then I did something stupid that made the bees agitated.. It’s funny, ”how many times have you been stung?” is a question I often get asked. Even funnier I can tell you how often I got stung. My first year, zero, my second year, 3 times, this year so far I’m pretty sure it’s been 7 times. Yes it hurts, but not as bad as I remembered and it goes away for me quickly. Unlike yellow jacket stings that just seem to burn and burn, most stings on my hands just hurt for 10 minutes and then go away. We had a very long fall, I could have had another honey harvest had I known we weren’t going to get a freeze in September or October. But it did allow my bees to store a lot of honey for the winter. So as long as mother nature cooperates, I’ll hopefully have 3 hives in the Spring. Here's that link:
By Pat Daddy October 30, 2024
Hello Everyone. As my third year of beekeeping is coming to a close, I finally have enough honey that I can offer it for sale. I ended the season with three hives that all appear to be healthy and ready to make it through the winter. Our honey harvest came in at just over 8 gallons or 95 pounds of honey. My 2025 goal is to expand to 8 hives which means I'm going to be doubling the amount of hive equipment I have and that is going to be a reasonably significant expense. I am selling my standard unfiltered raw honey in two sizes this year, 12 oz. and 10 oz. That measurement is by weight. For a volume comparison 12 oz. of honey is about 8 liquid ounces. Honey weighs about 1.5 ounces per liquid ounce. I am also excited to announce I am selling whipped cinnamon honey this year. This is made with pure raw honey, ground cinnamon and cinnamon oil. Then it is whipped to a consistency that reminds me of marshmallow cream. It's great to spread on muffins and toast or melted and poured over pancakes and waffles. It's absolutely delicious. And it has all the health benefits of my regular raw honey. 2024 prices pictures will change or you can slide them manually using the arrows on the side
By Pat Daddy October 28, 2024
Most hunters don’t like the messages sent by the movie Bambi. If you remember the movie, the hunters burn down the forest, hunt at night, and are otherwise horrible people. Most hunters I know love the wilderness and fight to protect it. They don’t hunt at night. It’s illegal for one thing and extremely dangerous. But the message sent in Bambi that is the most incorrect is that deer are just defenseless animals. I would argue that to anyone. Now if my dog Rudy could talk, he would too. Saturday morning dawned sunny and beautiful. It was a lovely morning as I sat in the kitchen looking out the window at the changing colors of the leaves, sipping my warm coffee and making plans for the future week. Shortly after, MLW got up and started a little laundry when our dog Rudy started to bark. I asked MLW what Rudy was barking at and she said oh we have a yard full of deer again. With as dry as it has been and the fact that I have been watering the lawn the deer have been very attracted to the green grass in our front yard. I had just fertilized the lawn the night before so I was about to scare the deer off of the lawn because I didn't want any of them to get sick. Before I could do anything Rudy did what he always does, which is run out his back door and goes out and barks at the deer. Normally the deer would all run away but as we are presently in the beginning of the deer rut, the does are acting much more aggressive. MLW and I have noticed the aggressive does before. We've had issues with them normally in the spring but sometimes in the fall when they get extremely protective of their yearlings or themselves. In the past couple of weeks I've had one doe that has been quite aggressive as we have been on our walk and I normally just do not make eye contact with the does and continue to walk but the fact that she does not retreat is by all means intimidating. On Saturday morning when Rudy went to scare the deer off the lawn, one of the does was not about to have it. Instead of running with the rest of the deer she stood her ground and then attacked Rudy. if you wonder how a female deer attacks what it views as a predator you need only go to youtube where there are many videos. They do it by either kicking or stomping on the animal. I was not able to see the attack. I simply heard my dog barking and then suddenly yelping from extreme pain. I ran out of the house in my pajamas looking for Rudy. Unfortunately I found him by following a blood trail that led from the front of my house across the back deck and into the kitchen itself. I found Rudy in the kitchen bleeding quite heavily. He had a v-shaped almost 90° laceration over his rib cage, each line of the v that hung open and I could see the muscles and fat below it. he also had a puncture wound and his leg that was doing most of the bleeding as well as various cuts and scratches. We immediately took him out to the deck and wrapped him in a towel while we took turns changing clothes as fast as we possibly could. He was then put in the car and taken to the emergency veterinarian hospital in Castle Rock. At the hospital they examined Rudy and found that the cut on his chest wasn't simply just a cut, it was a puncture wound where it appears that the deer's hoof actually went into the muscle space between his skin and his ribs. Only by the grace of God did he not break a rib or puncture his lung sack. After being evaluated for about an hour we got to see Rudy who had been put on a painkiller which while taking the pain away made him very disoriented and anxious. He was left at the hospital to get cleaned up and ready for surgery. It was about 7:00 p.m. when it was time to pick up Rudy. We picked him up and he looked as if he was ready for Halloween with numerous stitches holding his skin back together on his chest. The puncture wound on his leg had a bandage on it that was stapled to his leg and will need professional cleaning for the next few days. Because of the damage up in between his ribs and his skin he has a drain placed in the damaged area to allow the excess fluids to be expelled. With much of his chest shaved, both front legs shaved and other spots you can see the extent of the bruising to his poor little body. His chest gets more and more purple everyday and he is extremely sore. The vet told us that he was the third deer versus dog attack they had treated in the last 10 days. They also said he was extremely lucky, a sentiment we can appreciate but I'm not sure he feels very lucky with how uncomfortable he is. His daily long walks with MLW are done for the next two weeks until he has complete healing of his sutures. He was stitched both internally and externally due to the injuries. I was quite amazed at how they treated his puncture wound in his leg. They could not stitch it so they left it open but put Manuka honey in it. If you look up Manuka honey it comes from New Zealand and has an amazing amount of antibacterial qualities stronger than any other honey. One of the reasons it needs to be redressed by either the hospital that put it on or his veterinarian. This is because the old honey must be cleaned out. How funny a coincidence that once again I'm talking about bees and or honey on my blog. Going back to Bambi, I do always like to point out that while we often use Bambi for a female name, the deer Bambi grew up to be a male. After seeing what an antlerless deer can do to another animal, I have a new respect for deer especially around dogs. They are beautiful creatures that have amazing survival skills and are anything but defenseless. While I understand the deer was simply responding to her survival instincts; the love of my dog and the pain he’s in along with the amount of the vet bills so far and the ones to come. I suppose it’s human nature that when I go afield this year to harvest a deer, it’s probably going to be a bit more personal.
By Pat Daddy October 18, 2024
MLW and I learned an important lesson this past year. In the doldrums of winter be careful when you plan your summer, you just might find yourself chasing your tail. I’m not about to say it was not a fun summer, but as I get older, hurrying to get somewhere to relax, doesn’t really work anymore, especially when your home life is already packed with both employed and personal work As I look back at our summer we started with the Cowboy trail, then the camping trip to South Fork. In July we visited relatives in Iowa, rode the Chippewa Valley trails in Wisconsin before spending our week on the lake. Then we returned home to join my siblings for a quick family reunion in Sante Fe. August had more camping including 5 days at Dillon reservoir with our friends and family, plus a week in the San Francisco bay area for my work.. Then the 35th annual World beer party, camping again at Pueblo, CO and the Walter’s Octoberfest and finally here comes fall as we slow down a bit, but look forward to a couple of hunting trips. While all that was going on we also had the house re-sided. That included a week to put on the new siding and several weeks thereafter to get the punch list items done and all the other stuff you have to do when a project is done on your house. So whew! The number of nights on the deck where we had our “wine therapy” as mentioned before in a blog were limited. When I look back at what I’d change, I’d say the work pressure on MLW. Because I really enjoyed the trips and the time with friends. What I didn’t enjoy was watching MLW stress out while making sure she was on a call, had her computer hooked up as we drove and she worked . Now in fairness, there are times we work from the camper, but I guess what it really comes down to is time away isn’t time away if you’re still working. What would I have done differently in this past year? I would have been more cognizant to stay an extra day. Even if that means one of us would be working on their computer as we drove down the road. A 4-5 hour drive on a Friday to spend Saturday somewhere and to turn around and come back on Sunday is too much, spend the extra day and leave extra early on Monday if you have to. To maximize our time, we have to remember to discuss what each of us wants to do when you get there before we get there. That means if one of us just wants to sit in a chair with a pretty view, sipping coffee until noon, we need to communicate that. If your fellow traveler then says oh I want to do XYZ, then determine if that activity or that time with the person is what you need. If you really need that book and coffee time, bid them a happy adventure and ask for pictures on their return. Don’t forget that if they're doing something like fishing in a stream, your pretty view could be of the stream and your coffee could come from a thermos as you relax in your favorite folding chair. We are now starting to determine what we’re going to do in 2025. As we navigate our vacation calendars, our work calendars, the expectations of our employers, and even the demands of our friends and family, we’ll plan another year of activities. But how we feel about those activities and how they fit into our lives will depend on how we maximize the experience and minimize the disruption to our daily rhythm. Then we just need to remember this is a first world problem and we’re blessed to have to consider all these things.
By Pat Daddy August 22, 2024
When I started beekeeping 3 years ago my sister “Speedy” asked “ aren’t you afraid you’re going to get stung?” Truth was I had worried a bit about that but by the time she asked I was already getting comfortable working with my bees. Also as you wear your bee suit, the chances are highly decreased that you’ll get stung. But stings do happen and usually when my plans go wrong. Like the time we were moving a hive at night and it came open. Ouch, ouch ouch! This morning I was treating my hives for mites when I struggled to get the piece of wood that restricts the opening out of the hive. That’s all it took, a bunch of bees came out and were not very hospitable and one found my socks, and ouch right on the ankle. So far I don’t react much to stings and within 20 minutes they don’t hurt and any swelling is down. But that leads me to the point of this blog, some things are worth the sting. I obviously think my honey is worth the sting as are many things in life. Marriage comes to mind. Both MLW and I had our stings when we were single, but after 36 years of marriage, the stings were worth the happiness we have. Kids are the same way. They break your heart many times when they are young and then again when they are older, but if you do it right, the love and the adults you help create too are worth the sting. It’s not just relationships. It could be learning a new skill, playing a new sport, making a new friend. All of those require us to be a bit uncomfortable, but the question will be was it worth that “sting.” Sometimes you’re just left with the sting. Both other times like harvesting honey, you enjoy the sweetness of a good friend, the love of a good spouse or the great feeling of accomplishment, and you’ll look back and realize just like my ankle that no longer hurts; it was worth the sting.
By Pat Daddy July 28, 2024
Our Crew on Saturday morning as we stopped on the trestle outside of Valentine Nebraska
By Pat Daddy June 25, 2024
The trip to return to the Beaver Meadows campground near South Fork was planned in March. Before we could go, I would need to do a remodel on our 2001 Coleman Mesa camper. Years of use and leaks during storage left some of the walls puckered with water damage and it needed a face lift. Also the front storage area’s plastic coating had been attacked by the weather for years and I decided to remove it and rebuild it, which was quite a task, taking about 3 time longer than I anticipated. Our original intent was to leave Thursday morning and work on the road as we drove the 4+ hours to South Fork. There we would camp and get a spot for Michael and Angie, find some service and continue to work. They would join us Friday evening. However work for both MLW and I did not allow that and we instead set our sights on Friday morning. Friday morning we were planning to be on the road by 7:30 am. For the past week from crawling all around my camper completing repairs, I noticed I had a pain in the front of my chest. On Friday morning as we left, I had a pressing pain on the left side of my chest. I had two friends in the last month go to the ER to find they needed stints put in their heart arteries and both say they just felt “off.” I too felt "off," so I told MLW what was going on and she insisted we go to the ER. 3 hours later I was discharged with a clean bill of health, and was even complimented on my blood pressure and heart rate. Now we’re on the road 3.5 hours later than we planned and we hit every traffic snarl and slowdown. The drive to Walsenburg, CO where we pick up hwy 160 took and extra 30 minutes. It seemed everything that could slow us, did. We pulled into South Fork at 3:25 pm and drove to the reservoir and found that even though it was not in the forecast, it had been raining and still was off and on. The gravel road coated my new truck and remodeled camper with sandy mud. We were the first people to come to the campground and we backed in the camper into a very wet site, but our favorite. The bad new was, I forgot the keys to unlock the door of the camper. We had asked Michael and Angie to pick up our keys at home and bring them but I figured we could open it up and I’d try to pick the lock. As I cranked up the camper, something was wrong, I was cranking harder than normal, then I heard, SPROING!, part of the lift cable broke on the back roof support. Panic filled my mind while rain poured down on my back. I cranked a bit more and Sproing again, and then again and the back corner of my camper slumped. My camper I had spend 80+ hours remodeling was broken. I stood in the falling rain, crestfallen. We decided to go home, MLW took the truck to contact M & A to tell them we were returning. I felt so low. She returned, we packed up the camper and we were both mad and disappointed. As we started to drive out, MLW said isn’t there some way to make it through the weekend? I said if I had a 2x4 , then thought, wait, no I could use and aspen log to make a support. One of us would have to crawl into the camper over the door that was locked and as the roof was cranked up, hold the corner and put a thick branch in to hold up the side. We turned around. MLW with a glimmer of hope and excitement said " of ALL the jerry-rigged things we’ve done to save a vacation; I knew we could do something. " The plan worked but the ABS plastic roof on the camper was far from light, it was extremely heavy. But we were able to put the log in place and we set up the camper. It started to rain, no make that pour, and I put up the awning to so I could practice my lock pick skills and get into the camper. Finally I did what the car thieves did, I jammed a screwdriver into the lock, clamped a vice grip on it and turned until I bent the pins and the door opened. I already knew I had to fix the lift assembly, heck a new lock could not be that hard.
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