So you take pictures going out, and you take pictures coming back. This one's of a State Park just south of Steamboat. For some reason, they're building houses practically up to the water's edge, but I managed to keep them out of the photo.
It's also a prime spot for fishing. I've never particularly liked fishing, but when there's no place for the dog to swim because he'll scare the precious, rare trout away from the line, it's too much.
Yes, there are still cowboys who ride horses and wear hats. They use pickup trucks instead of wagons, but a pickup truck is a pretty blunt instrument for herding.
Colorado has a lot of mountains and overpriced lift tickets, but it also has a lot of this. Much of which is for sale. Has been since I've been out here, so I don't think it's just people defaulting on mortgages.
I took a detour through some fairly non-descript country, trying to find what the map said was a route through to CO-131. I wouldn't necessarily call it a wasted hour, but there's a perfectly good scenic byway through the Flat Tops (below) that I bypassed because it would have taken too much time.
It's also the start of hunting season, which made me very glad I was wearing a red shirt and driving a blue Jeep, rather than, say, wearing camoflage and driving the Sahara version.
A few pictures of the Colorado headwaters area, near a place called State Bridge. Not sure what all the other bridges are, but this one is State Bridge.
Just as this went by, a Ute raiding party of about 100 swept down from the ridge and...ok, not really.
Sometimes you get the light you want, and sometimes, you get back in the Jeep because you see lightning.
And then just before you rejoin CO-9 at Kremmling. Kremmling calls itself, "Sportsmen's Paradise," which I guess means a lot of fishing. So the town has a Sportsmen's Bar and Sportsmen's Lounge. I didn't any ads for the Sportsmen's Quartet, probably because they won't let them smoke their Luckies any more.