Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park
In continuing my epic National Parks project, next on the list was Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park in Colorado. I headed out on a cheap $220 flight from LA to Grand Junction, which is a small town somewhat near the eastern border with Utah. I had a small detour in Salt Lake City where I had to switch flights, but thanks to a slight delay I had about 10 minutes to run completely across the SLC airport...then board one of those 3 seats across commuter jets. No problem in clear weather, but in a nice little storm like we had it kept the plane doing those lovely nose drops. The female college student sitting next to me stopped talking every 5 minutes to grab my knee as we did a stomach clenching drop. But we arrived. It was about an hour-and-a-half drive to Montrose further south and quite literally at 10pm everyone was at home asleep. There was no-one one the roads.
Black Canyon was about a 20 minute drive from Montrose and I set out in the morning from my crusty little motel. It started off in the 50's down in the valley and slowly got down into the 40's once I got to the entrance booth. It was sunny too which was quickly changing. 40's went down to the 30's and then in came the snow. Also, I should say I probably only saw about 10 other people in the park the entire day, which was probably for a reason. Nevertheless, it was kind of fun getting some weather for once, though by the end of the trip I was pretty sick of the snow.