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Chatfield reservoir in the mid-ground, and the Front Range in the background. It looks like almost all the leaves have fallen off the front range, I guess that means Fall is over. And what comes after that is a good reason to go.
Well, I got everything accomplished at Chatfield state Park that I needed to do. So now I'm boondocked next to my daughter's house again, and I need to unhitch the Arctic Fox, remove the Andersen hitch, and put the bronco back in the bed of the truck.
It was a shock when I pulled out of my daughter's driveway yesterday afternoon and felt the Arctic Fox's massive weight being lugged along behind my truck; for a minute, I thought the brakes were on, but no, it was just 12,000 pounds being attached to my 7,200 pounds of truck.
But I had gotten so used to having the bronco in the bed of the truck that having the Arctic Fox back there was like towing a 747. Like I've mentioned before, having the bronco in the truck's bed is almost like having nothing back there; it accelerates about the same, it stops about the same, I travel at normal highway speeds, and the fuel mileage is about the same. And I have to say that by the time I got to the State Park, I wasn't sure if I would ever want to pull a trailer again.
Now I need to finish putting the digital thermostat in the bronco and then start moving more things from the Arctic Fox to the bronco, which will be the hardest part because I only have room for what I need and little to no room for things I might want.
There's roughly 100 campsites at Chatfield State Park and it appeared to me from walking around that they were all full.
The Arctic Fox spending it's last night in a campsite for quite a while.
Somebody told me they never heard of -50 below antifreeze.... Probably some flat-lander that never had their mustache freeze and break off.