Slept lousy, listening to rain and wishing I’d hitched up the evening before. Rose at 5:30, made coffee, and began preparing for the return trip. Mary did all the inside Yertle stuff while I did all the outside Yertle stuff.
Broke camp by 9:00 am and headed east toward Gunnison where we stopped and took advantage of a free dump station.
Climbed (struggled) through Monarch Pass, about 11,000′. The BATMobile just isn’t quite enough truck for some parts of the Rockies.
Ate leftovers for lunch while driving. Basically we “booked it” home as quickly as possible and pulled into the yard by 4:30, unpacked and headed for real showers.
My basic assessment is that camping is a tremendous amount of work, but worth the effort. We meet lots of interesting people and see spectacular country side. It’s a reminder of childhood, when life seemed carefree, a reminder that one must work hard and then play hard, a reminder that one doesn’t need much to survive and be happy — no internet, no phone, no TV — just food, water, shelter and conversation.