It was an above ground pool.  I haven’t seen one of those in years.

Our friend, Needles, gave us the hot tip about Pagosa Riverside Campground. It’s just a few miles east of Pagosa Springs. He said as long as you get a riverfront spot it’s a good stop. So we made reservations months in advance and got one. He was right. It was a good two-night stop.

The weather was perfect for sitting in front of the Airstream under the awning. It’s quite relaxing listening to and watching the San Juan River flow. Because of the big snowmelt it was running high and fast. Occasionally some rafters would float by, we would wave and they would wave back. That was how we spent most of our time.

When not doing that we putzed around the Airstream and did chores like checking all the screws inside to see if any of them had loosened. Real exciting stuff.

The only time we left the campground was to go into town with Sara and walk the Riverwalk Loop. We didn’t spend the money to soak in any of the famous hot springs. Commercialized crowded hot springs aren’t really our scene, though I’m sure it probably would’ve felt great.

Relaxing

And walking Sara

Little libraries used to be the cool thing, now it’s bee hotels!

This dark ominous cloud amazingly enough only produced a few sprinkles.

The Mother Spring. It sources all of Pagosa’s hot springs. Guinness Book of World Records claims this is the deepest hot springs aquifer in the world, at least 1,002 feet deep.

One of the hot springs resorts.

Occasionally the vibrations of the road will strip a screw and it needs to be repaired. Jam wood glue and toothpicks into the hole. Let dry over night, snap off the toothpicks, file smooth, then replace the screw. Problem solved.

One of the fun things about traveling is sampling the local beer. I rate this one 6.5 out of 10, but the name an 11!

Morning sun on the San Juan