A Road Trip: Freezing in a Hot Spring

photo evidence of Camp Daddy trying to kill us while he drove

It’s finally here! The travel blog encompassing the road trip I took with Camp Daddy and The Rival has been rejuvenated. I know it has been awhile, like long enough you could have probably seen all 50 states since the last post in this adventure, but it’s finally back. I’ve decided to extend the story out into smaller sections and it will probably be a bi-weekly post, but I promise this story will get told!

So anyway, let’s get on with it! Last time I wrote, I told the story about how Camp Daddy, The Rival, and myself made it to Colorado and camped out at a remote site in the Rockies. That day we celebrated The Rival’s birthday before heading to bed.

So the next morning found the three of us waking up around 8:00 am and enjoying the crisp morning air. With how cool the night was, all three of us slept in our clothes and were able to get up and begin our morning routine: eating a breakfast of crushed mini donuts, trying to get coffee started on smoldering embers, putting on deodorant, and brushing our teeth. Did I ever mention The Rival and I decided we didn’t need to shower this trip? We’ll discuss that more later, but just know it drove Camp Daddy up a wall.

Of course taking down the tent is part of any morning camping ritual. Just make sure to be outside of it when it comes down.

Anyway, our big goal for the day was to find the hot springs that was listed near our camp. If you’re in the area I suggest checking it out, the link is here. We had searched around for a bit off the directions on the app, but to no success. Finally, The Rival lost patience and decided to befriend the “Kyles” and when he came back he told us we were very wrong.

Apparently these guys were from overseas and had been just kind of going around camping like we were. They had been to the hot springs area and warned us that it was cold, but we didn’t care. They also had told us there was an area up on the mountain side we had to trek where you could jump down into the Colorado River (something the three of us didn’t do).

So following their directions, the three of us headed out. There was a narrow and steep path that led up the side of a mountain that we first had to climb. I’d say it was easy, but by the time things leveled out, I was winded. From there, we followed a winding path through mountain shrubbery and sage, watching as birds flew overhead and hopped through the brush. It took us about a good 10 minutes to walk over to our destination before we found the sign that showed you could jump into the Colorado River at your own risk.

Sadly, we didn’t get much photographs of this area. The three of us all had low phone batteries and didn’t spend enough time in the car to get them charged. All of us wanted to make sure the hot spring was photographed, and so the phones stayed away as we walked. It took us a few tries to find the hot springs since it didn’t have a sign like the jumping point, but when we did, we were thrilled.

The path down was a narrow climb of rocks on a cliff side. It was another steep drop down, but it appeared people had taken the time to place rocks to have a makeshift “staircase” down to the springs. We slid and flatfooted our way down until it leveled out into the hot springs we were looking for.

The Hot Springs off the Colorado River

We were thrilled to finally be in this spot and felt there was no way that it was cold like our new camping friends said. We each stripped down to our bathing suits and got in. They were right and we were wrong. Although it wasn’t freezing, the water was just slightly warmer than the river that flowed beside it. We took a few minutes and forced ourselves the rest of the way in, we refused to not enjoy the hot springs that we adventured to find.

We spent about a good half hour in the area and during that time we found to areas where warm water was trying its best to make this small pool live up to its name. The first was in a back corner under the water. The Rival had found it after dropping down to his neck in the water. The other was a small flow of water coming out of the wall featured in the photo. During our time here we were able to watch a river tour float on by and while the guide did his best to crack some jokes about poisonous animals by us, The Rival continued to yell back to him, trying his best to be funnier than the guide.

It was at this time I decided it was a perfect opportunity for a “shower.” Although I had no soap, I took the warm water and covered myself in it, getting the fine layer of grease that had started to develop off of my skin. Camp Daddy and The Rival followed suit and then we decided that the hot springs were done for the day. We had the goal of setting up camp near Arches National Park and it was a good 8-10 hour drive away from us.

So we trekked our way back up, Camp Daddy and myself harassing The Rival from a higher perch as he was the last to climb back up and took his time leaving the hot spring. As we were goofing around we heard voices, and fearing it could be a park ranger, we stopped messing around and scurried up to the top.

When we reached the top we encountered two other men around our age with one rocking an awesome Nikon camera and taking shots of the river from above. We exchanged pleasantries and discovered that they were both from Illinois as well and doing some travelling. What was even cooler was that both of them grew up close to where we did. While talking to them, they had highly encouraged us to avoid Arches (it was a tourist trap) and instead go to Canyonlands National Park instead. There they said was less crowded and had more to do. They even told us a story about how they snuck into one area at dawn and beautiful photos of the sun rising over the canyons.

We thanked them for the suggestion, wished each other luck and made our way back to the horrible ride that was our Mitsubishi. If you’re confused on why I say horrible, check back on a previous post that explains our misadventures so far in the vehicle. Anyway, we arrived to find the campground nearly deserted, which worked to our benefit. We took the privacy and changed out of wet swimsuits before climbing into the car and heading out.

We had to drive a good 20 minutes doing nothing but guesswork since there was no service for our phones and most of the phones were dead and dying. We eventually were able to get out of the little range we camped in, found cell service, and routed our way to Moab.

That’s it for this week. Thank you for reading and if you’ve enjoyed this service, go to the bottom of this page and follow me on my social media pages. I promise I talk a lot about writing and do my best to entertain anyone willing to listen. Enjoy!

A Road Trip: Rocky Mountain High

Rocky Mountains, Colorado

Hello, Hello! Sorry for the long delay in this story. Between starting my new job in and being in a constant flux of healthy and sick (who would have thought elementary schools would cause that) I’ve struggled with getting any new posts written.

However, after feeling near 100% once again and finally settling into my new job, I’m ready to continue telling the story of our road trip. I mean after all, there is still plenty of things that happened in Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Oklahoma, so let’s get back to it!

For those that don’t recall or are just jumping into this story, the last place I had left Camp Daddy, The Rival, and myself was in the car on our way to the campsite. The location was fairly remote, and when I say remote, I mean some of the roads were no longer paved and we went dangerously close to the edge on a few occasions.

However, when we finally got to the campsite, we could not have asked for a better location. It was slightly off the main road and although it had a few campers scattered in tents around it, we were getting to set up shop in the middle of the Rockies.

Campsite at O.C. Mugrage Campground

Behind our tent and to the side of it we had a creek that I would say was more roaring over yelling. We weren’t sure if the area had gotten a lot of rain or what the case really was with it, but it was definitely above the noise level of “babbling.”

If you look behind our tent you can get a slight idea of how far other campers were. We called that one and another farther back the “Kyle” area. We aren’t sure whether or not any of them were actually named Kyle, but the way they were chugging Mountain Dew from a two liter while doing vape tricks just lined up too nicely with the popular meme.

Camp Daddy taking a photo of me taking a photo of him

The setup of our tent took no time at all and soon we were pulling out some drinks to help celebrate The Rival’s birthday. It was at this time our “cook,” aka Camp Daddy, decided to pull out all the works for The Rival’s birthday. He wanted to eat like a cowboy, and so a ton of burgers, beans, and corn were soon made.

Camp Daddy making The Rival’s birthday feast

Soon after we finished eating, we made sure that all leftover food was washed down the creek. With this area being remote, there was no area for garbage cans to throw things away, and with the threat of bears, we didn’t want to take the chance. Once everything was cleaned and safely locked in the car, we took some seats around the fire and relaxed.

Overall, it was a relatively relaxing night. We had drove for a full day and were tired by the time we hunkered down to rest. I had called it an earlier night than Camp Daddy and The Rival after my stomach took a bad turn on me. I could hear them from the tent though, talking about Dungeons and Dragons and how two trees across the creek from us looked like they were going to open a portal to the Feywild.

That evening was not as eventful as our first in Kansas, but a few notable things had happened for some of us. I had woken up once to the sounds of animal moving off in the tall grass across the street from our camp. I ended up waking The Rival to step outside with me to use the restroom, since I was still rendered blind with my contacts out and glasses sitting at home.

For The Rival, he had two different things happen to him in the night. The first was him getting attack by Camp Daddy. A fun fact that had been touched on before is that The Rival often likes to pester Camp Daddy by touching him, which is something he hates. Well, when The Rival rolled over in his sleep, apparently Camp Daddy went into ninja mode in his sleep and grasped his arm tightly, scaring The Rival awake.

The other thing that happened to The Rival is he swore up and down that he heard someone whisper his name outside of the tent. Although we had all said it a few times, neither Camp Daddy or myself had woken up to hear this phantom voice pestering The Rival. Since he was the one sleeping closest to the roaring creek, we did our best to chalk it up that.

And that’s it for this post! Come back later this week to read about our next day, which includes a trek to a hot spring that was cold and a long drive to Moab, Utah. Don’t forget to follow me on social media or to just follow this blog if you’ve enjoyed the content!

A Road Trip: Onward to Colorado

Jesus in the wheat

So picking up from Saturday’s post: (which you can read here if you’re behind) Camp Daddy, The Rival, and I took off relatively early after enjoying some coffee brewed over an open flame. This portion of the trip felt somewhat long and painful due to the lack of scenery stretching through Kansas, however there was one bright spot since it was The Rival’s birthday and we had plans to celebrate at the next camp location.

To give you an idea of how this part of the drive went, let me give you one example of the conversations we had or as I like to call it: how The Rival and I broke Camp Daddy.

The argument was simple: Grass is useless because if humans were to try and live on only grass they would die. Camp Daddy disagreed with the statement, saying we could live on it as long as we ate other things as well and it was a source of fiber.

Somewhere along the way, The Rival and I determined that grass was inedible because if you would die eating only that, you shouldn’t eat it. This began getting Camp Daddy riled up so The Rival went for the finishing blow.

The Rival: Really, cyanide and grass are basically the same thing.

Camp Daddy: No they’re not! Cyanide would kill you instantly, you can’t even ingest it.

The Rival: Yeah, and eating just grass would also kill you, so it’s basically the same thing.

Me: I agree. If they both can kill you while eating it, then clearly they’re the same thing.

It was then when we started hearing a pain scream and as I turned I saw Camp Daddy falling into the luggage next to him and go “Fuck you! You’re just trying to rile me up!”

And with that, it took him a good 15-20 minutes to engage in a conversation with us again. But that’s just how Kansas was, there was a whole lot of nothing to do besides stare at the countryside, count the miles to Colby, KS which was advertised for miles, and search for Jesus. Which by the way, did you know Kansas wasn’t part of the Bible Belt?

Bible belt according to Wikipedia

The reason I bring this up is because it felt as though most of Kansas was having us play hide and seek with Jesus through the countryside. Now don’t take how I’m wording this the wrong way, but for real, all across I-70 west was billboards of Jesus, a lot of which were like the image posted at the beginning of this post. It was also very bizarre because none of them gave advertising for a church nearby.

But anyway, that is how we spent most of our day. We took one break in Kansas at a rest stop, where we chowed down on pb&j’s and chips. When we finally got out of the state, we had a hard time believing we had actually left. We knew that Colorado was more than just the Rockies, but it was kind of jarring to spend the first hour or two driving through the area and getting the same view as we did in Kansas.

However, we kept pushing forward. There was a small break with a bathroom and supply stop at a small town off the highway. The only fun thing to happen there was watching The Rival get mad and pee in a field next to a gas station since they didn’t have a restroom and then crossing the street for supplies at a place that did have one.

After this break, we quickly pushed through Denver and found our camping spot for the evening, a location in the mountains near Bold called O.C. Mugrage Campground. It was another free and gorgeous location about 20 minutes off the main highway. I’d love to tell you more about it, but this is a great stopping point, as the campsite itself was an adventure to get to, along with the camping that took place after.

One view headed towards camp

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