After lunch with Kristi and goodbye hugs, we headed for Gunnison, Colorado, to round out the afternoon. We had landed in Gunnison a few times in years past as we flew coast to coast. But, Bob spotted an arrow pointing to the Black Canyon National Park - a park that was new to us. The brakes screeched with the sharp left turn we were on our way to the Black Canyon. Another gem.
The Gunnison River, like the Colorado River, has cut through the hard black rock creating a canyon deep and narrow and as inspiring as the other great canyon parks. Lots of people were there to walk to the edge - no fear allowed, but caution necessary.
We checked out the campground. There was enough room for our rv and lots of tent camping, too. At 8,000 feet it was cool and shady under the live oak trees. We have put it on our 'return to' list.
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