I believe that I left you off just as we were following Ron to Salida, which is where we planned a bit of a break in our trip. Those not familiar with Colorado, Salida is out in the 'western slope' of Colorado, and the Arkansas river runs through it. Home of some great rafting opportunities, but more on that later. Ruby Jane ran very well through the mountains (even though Ron led us through more rainstorms!), so it appears that her being attended to by several pairs of men's hands got her mood back to normal, and she is feeling loved. It took us a few hours to get to Ron's new house, and both Brandon and I were amazed.
We had been by to visit last year, but it was basically just framing - now he and his wife Anne have moved in, and it is spectacular! What really makes it pretty special is that Ron essentially did the whole thing himself, with very little 'hire out' work. They were very gracious hosts, and that first evening we picked up some food at the grocery store and had a great dinner, followed by a long night of catching up (with the help of a beer or two...).
The next morning was our day off - built into the schedule. You see, Ron is actually a raft captain, and has his own customized raft. So he offered to take us down the river, which we happily accepted long ago when putting together the trip. The weather was nice, and although we got off to a late start (which had nothing to do with the previous evening, for the record), we were on the river at a decent hour, with a cooler full of beer, cigars, and even food! It was scheduled to take us 4-5 hours for the full route that Ron had planned, which meant we would end up finishing about when it got dark. We set off on a good note - the way the raft is set up, neither Brandon nor I had to do any paddling at all (which was very perfect - our hands were full as it was....). But, as with this whole adventure, we had an unexpected set-back! It was something that Ron has never seen happen in his thousands (literally) of trips down this river - the anchor to the paddle shaft sheared off when we went through some rocks!! Very bizarre, and sort of left us with just one paddle and looking at trying to pull out at the next stop.
However, our fearless leader (Captain Ron) would not be deterred! He somehow rigged up the anchor with tie downs to where he could navigate us down the river (special note - we were in a low part of the season, so navigation was very technical, lots of rocks showing, so it was a daring venture to say the least!). And he did! We were able to finish our beer allotment, as well as smoke our cigars (and had some tequila in a flask!) - Anne met us at the pull out point, we pulled out and drove to Ron's place (what makes this new house even greater is that it is about 3/4 of a mile from the pull out place!).
The night kept going with more catching up and laughter, but we did have to set off in the morning, so we kept things tame. You should hopefully eventually see some videos and pictures of this trip on here - we are working on it!
So, we left the next morning sort of on schedule, to our first real test leg through the Rockies!!