Our last stop before heading back to Denver to regroup and return home was Rocky Mountain National Park.
It's the park closest to Denver, so it's the park we've visited the most, but each time we go, there's always something new.
So we started there, with a picnic in the rain and a short hike with my mom between showers.
We then drove over to the other side of the park, via Trail Ridge Road, and took another short between-rain-showers hike between on the tundra.
When I'm in the desert, I love the desert best, and when I'm in the mountains, I love the mountains best.
The next day the sun came out and we went on a bigger hike on a trail that led to several lakes.
It turned out to be one of the most popular hiking areas in the park and we shared the trail with tons of people.
I made an experiment of making eye contact with and saying "Hi," to everyone we passed, to see who would say hi back.
I was surprised by how few friendly hikers there were (maybe they were all just out of breath from the altitude).
But there was one small group who had once lived in Maine and insisted I sounded Canadian, which was pretty funny.
The farther we hiked, the more we left the crowds behind and soon we had the trail nearly to ourselves.
On our last day we packed up our beautiful campsite--the one I never wanted to leave--and took a short hike to a nearby lake.