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After two nights of roughing it up Hyalite with two RVs—the Colonel’s eighteen-foot-long monstrosity and my more modest pop-up—I’d had enough of wilderness fun. Sure, there were real beds with sheets, air conditioning and heat, a kitchen, pots and pans, a fridge and all the other accoutrements that went along with fancy RV living. But I longed for a real shower. The closest thing to that had been walking under the mist at Palisade Falls the day before.
My curly hair never looked great after a night of sleeping on it. Usually, it resembled a bird’s nest when I woke up. I didn’t dare get in front of a mirror now. I could only imagine what it looked like after two days outside in the wind.
I reached my camping limit and was desperate for a break from my children. I loved my kids, but I
