Cold Spring Campground is named for a natural spring that bubbles out of the rocks at the entrance. It is well named; you can barely count to 10 while holding your hand in the ice-cold water before your fingers turn numb. I felt I had to do it; I always wear Mother's favorite ring, which I believe she bought on her first or second trip to Colorado, and I felt like plunging my hand into the cold water was a way of making her a part of this trip.
|The sign to Cold Spring Campground on Taylor Canyon Road|
|The natural spring at the entrance.|
|It was all I could do to keep my hand in the water|
long enough to snap this picture. Brrrrr.
|David and Karen at the spring.|
|David poses by the campground sign.|
|David standing where he normally would have been able to step across to|
his rock. The abundant rains this year have put the rock under the rushing water.
|The Taylor River rushing toward Almont a few miles below, where it will|
join with the Gunnison and East Rivers.
We spent an hour or so paying homage to memories tied up in the little campground and then moved on toward Taylor Park and another favorite scenic drive that has become a tradition.
Next up - Cumberland Pass.