During our morning pack up, we noticed the rear bumper was pushing into the tail gate when it was down. Another trail mishap. Tools came out, body weight was utilized and the bumper was secured. After a tiring day prior, we were planning to tourist in Ouray, but discovered the truck seemed unhappy climbing. So we pushed through Ouray, me with altitude sickness, to Montrose for parts. Mike replaced the idler pulley and fan pulley. But we think the fan clutch is toast. That repair will have to wait. At this point, we were in between Ouray and Grand Mesa. So we, of course, altered plans and continued north to Grand Mesa for the night. We found a camp spot in the pines, along a lake.
Relaxed and enjoyed the night. The next day we drove through the remainder of the park, along a beautiful yellow canyon where we saw a mountain goat walking along the road.
Mike broke one of our camp chairs so we had to pit stop in Grand Junction for a new set from REI before heading back south. Instead of heading back to Silverton, we turned off at Ridgeway and camped off the Last Dollar Highway. This was our highest campsite of the trip at 10,500 ft. Tucked in the pines, barely breathing.
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