Our introduction to the Rockies was climbing up to Windy point, our first summit. Windy point was also our first camping spot in the Rockies, the spot was tucked away behind this freight-converted home in the woods and in a very convenient distance to a local food mart, owned by the Kims from CA. The Kims, who also owned the freight-converted house, offered us to stay in it (above) but we decided that it would be nicer to sleep exposed, under the stars.
After descending Kenosha pass at over 40 mph, we stopped in the small, high-plains town of Jefferson, CO. Both Dwight and I went in separate directions to fill up on water, Dwight had the better direction. He bumped into Garret, a real-estate agent and cool dude who owns a ranch, a realty office and a restaurant in town. He and his wife, Tess invited us to stay at their house. Tess cooked us dinner and we all watched a movie together at their house to end the night. We woke up a bit late and Garret remarked, "boy! you guys sure crashed hard." We got ready and met Garret at the restaurant where he had prepared us a hearty breakfast for the road ahead. Their openness, kindness and generosity still caught me by surprise, even after all our encounters so far.