Spring break at lowercase e
For Spring Break this year we stuck close-ish to home, just drove a couple hours away to Lowercase E Campground. Also known as Backwards-Number-9 Campground (that’s what the kids have dubbed it).
“Climbers call it Mecca, because it has such amazing climbing,” Dan tells me, when I ask what the real name of E Campground is.
“But what’s the real name?” I ask, exasperated.
“Well, the white men call it the Pahroc. The northern part.”
|It’s clearly a lowercase e.|
We like E Campground lots; it’s a short drive, for one thing, and there’s never anyone else there. Unless we invite them. Although we did see evidence of former residents during our stay…. some unwrapped candy hidden in curious places…
|…an old Easter egg so disgusting even the dogs wouldn’t eat it….|
|Cutest. Thing. Ever. (The bunny’s pretty cute too I guess)|
|Dan even delivered chili to them. Because he is awesome like that.|
|It’s the only time we let them eat yummy MSG-laden ramen.|
It’s a pretty long drive from Colorado.
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