San Isabel

When Don was a little boy, he used to visit San Isabel, Colorado, with his family.  His Uncle Rod and Aunt Zelma owned a cabin there, and some of Don's best memories during his childhood come from his trips there.  He has always wanted to return, and this trip gave us an opportunity to do so.

Getting there we had to cross Monarch Pass, which stressed the Willie . . . and Babs.  Climbing the hill to over 11,000+ caused both of them a little difficulty.

We drove through beautiful areas, following the Arkansas River down the hill.

We really, really, really wanted to stop and fish!

By the time we arrived at San Isabel, it was close to sundown, but we could still see the beauty of the place.  The next morning we found the cabin where Don spent several summers.  He enjoyed reminiscing about the Crazy 8 games, the trip to the silver mine, and the hike up the hill.  Then it was time to go, but we enjoyed our short stay in San Isabel.