So after a nice backpacking trip in RMNP we headed out for a trip near Aspen. Unfortunately, all the public campgrounds were booked for the night before we wanted to hike. Fortunately, we found a private campground with space, and it turned out we were literally sleeping on the bank of the Colorado River; we only had to take a few steps to dip our feet in while reading a book in the summer sun, watching yahoos tube down the river with beers in their hands, gazing up at the beautiful rocky walls near the Glenwood Canyon. That night we discovered why there was space right on the northern bank of the river, as the southern bank of the river was an active railroad track, and over the course of the night several trains came barreling through, wheels squeaking on the curves. Freight trains are noisy. But we did get to see a camper festooned with a light-up animatronic flamingo, so it wasn't all bad.
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Sounds a little like Mle's and my night at a horrible KOA Kampground in Salina, Kansas last summer, conveniently located about fifty yards from I-25, where semis were barreling past at 85 mph every minute or so all night long...good times.
Reminds me of a night in Aguas Calientes, Peru. Mike swears the train came through our hotel room...
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