Black Canyon of the Gunnison is an obscure National Park, tucked into the corner of Colorado and overshadowed by it’s famous Utah and other Coloradan brethren (I’m looking at you, Mesa Verde). After visiting today, I can say that it does not get enough recognition as a cool place to visit. The hiking here is limited to the the north and south rims, unless you’re an amazing athlete and can risk the scary descent down the sheer cliff faces. We opted to not risk death, but would love to train to be able to one day hike the inner canyon.
We only had time for the scenic drive of the South Rim at this park, but the hiking here requires something outside our skill level. One day we’ll be fit enough to try a descent into the inner canyon where the easiest route requires climbing down 80 ft of chain.
The rest of the day was spent traversing Colorado and the Rockies:
We ran into our first traffic jam of the trip an hour outside Colorado – probably people returning to the city after their weekend vacations in the mountains. It was surreal to be surrounded by so many creeping cars after having seen so few for the past week, but we made it through and were rewarded by a delightful and delicious dinner at Jax Fish House in Boulder (we enjoyed the oysters, lobster roll, crab cake and s’mores dessert). I have always wanted to see Boulder since my dad brought me a hat from there in 4th grade and the town lived up to expectations. One day we’ll have more time to spend in this little mountain, college town. The IronMan Triathlon was in full swing in the area and all the hotels were booked, so we ended the night here in Longmont, a few minutes away. On to our final few destinations tomorrow!