When I was 18, my friend and I borrowed a truck from his brother in law and made up our minds we would make it at least as far as Colorado. I am from Chicago, and considering the condition of the 1964 truck, we were lucky to have made it.
The second day, we landed in Poncha Springs, bought some canned goods, beer, and headed up a county road. As the sun set, we set up camp having no idea where we were,
It was a life changing experience, and I have traveled back to the San Isabel over thirty times since.
My wife and I have camped there countless times, even though it takes us 1260 miles to drive there in my jeep.
I love your site, and will be in touch.