The campsites are spread apart and very nice with electric hookups, which I really need in hot weather. (Hot to me is anything higher than 80 degrees. It has been in the upper 80s into the low 90s here, which is a lot better than the rest of the Southwest, but still HOT, as far as I am concerned.) There are two campground here, but this one is on a high ridge. The other one is nearer the highway and flatter with fewer trees. The road up here is a little steep.
I finally got up enough energy to drive into Ouray today and do some walking around. Ouray is in Southwestern Colorado, surrounded by the San Juan Mountains. Ouray is about a thousand feet higher than the state park, and tucked into a canyon. If you followed the road north, past Ouray, you would drive on a very high road and arrive in Silverton, where the famous trains arrive each day.
Can you imagine living in this area? I always said I wanted to retire somewhere with a view.
Ouray is only about 10 miles down the road. I found this parking spot at the end of town. A little on an angle, but OK.
Just some views of town.
I liked this sign on a building.
Did not buy anything in town except a chocolate croissant and a fountain coke with lots of ice. If I had had kids with me, I am sure they would have wanted to stop at this hot spring pool.