Sunday, May 28, 2017


The rental car agent was not talking me out of my six-dollar-a-day Tahoe.

“How about upgrading to that Camaro out by the curb?” He chin-pointed to a spot beyond the window. “Pretty day for a convertible.”

I don't think so...
I glanced at the chrome yellow muscle car, complete with a Transformer Bumblebee stripe on its rakish hood. “No, thanks.” I was smug in the knowledge that the ridiculously low rate I’d scored on a discount travel site was actually for real.

Focused on the add-on sale, he threw out more bait. “You’ll need GPS, right? And the insurance?”

I felt a crack in my smugness. “Um, no insurance. But…how much is the GPS?”

“Fifteen a day.”

“Nope.” Whew. He almost had me. “I’ll just keep what I’ve got.” Meaning, my smart phone and a file folder stuffed with maps and notes I’d printed at home. Grudgingly, he slid the key across the counter.

“Gold Tahoe. Space 441.”

No “have a nice day, thanks for choosing us,” no “take a left outside the lot to get to I-25,” no nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, I was hopelessly lost in a shadowy Denver warehouse district, looking for a place to turn a Tahoe around. By the time, I surfaced into sunshine on an interstate ramp and shoehorned into the northbound stream of traffic, I was running an hour behind my projected schedule. But what's a little lost time and traffic, when there's a meander along a two-lane, mountain highway on the agenda?

I planned to drive the 101-mile Cache la Poudre Scenic Byway from east to west via Highway 14, which hugs the river from the foothills near Ft. Collins to the North Park region of Colorado. The Cache la Poudre has been designated as Colorado’s only National Wild and Scenic River and its name translates roughly to “hide the powder,” possibly in reference to early fur traders who stashed their gunpowder along its banks. Brown and rainbow trout are plentiful, making it a popular spot for anglers. Rafting enthusiasts enjoy the Poudre’s thrilling rapids and there are outfitters located along the route.

That's why we call them the Rockies.
Highway 14, west of Ft. Collins

For the first several miles, the river burbled amiably to my left – then the gentle shale outcroppings along the highway merged into sheer granite walls as the road began to climb toward the river’s headwaters in the Rockies. The vertical slabs were only a few feet from the road’s edge. This was where the Cache la Poudre began to tout its “wild and scenic” status. High and fast with June snowmelt, the river roiled and tumbled over boulders. I lowered my windows to better hear the roar of the rapids.
Peaceful Poudre
Picking up the pace

The striking thing about this byway is the way the terrain changes every few miles. I drove out of the rocky pass into a wide valley, rimmed by peaks still glistening with snow. The river ran flat and broad. Brown-vested fishermen stood knee-deep, casting fly lines into long, high spirals. I passed numerous cottonwood-shaded campgrounds, scattered with tents and travel trailers.
Fly fishing heaven

Beyond the valley, the highway snaked up into the peaks of the beautifully named Never Summer Mountains. Patches of snow lay in the shadows of evergreens. The Poudre was back to whitewater, pounding against the sides of the canyon and constantly switching from one side of the highway to the other. I stopped on one of the bridges to take photos, aware of the incredible force of the rapids below me.

Eventually, the highway straightened onto a high basin 8,800 feet above sea level. Just before I reached Chambers Lake, the Poudre veered off to the south and the road curved into the billowing North Park grasslands. I spotted herds of antelope grazing alongside cattle. The plains encompass over 1,600 square miles and are rimmed by the Rabbit Ears and Medicine Bow mountain ranges. From those distant peaks flow the headwaters of several rivers of Western lore: the North Platte, the Michigan, the Illinois, the Canadian.
North Park plains

I ended my Cache la Poudre adventure with an Angus burger at River Rock Café in Walden, the “Moose Viewing Capital of Colorado.” I took a stroll through the delightful North Park Pioneer Museum – three floors and twenty-seven rooms packed with incredible artifacts and memorabilia donated by the area’s first settlers. The curator was a native son and seemed glad to field my many questions. (I sheepishly revealed that my curiosity was part and parcel of being a writer.)


After my tour, he followed me outside to point me toward my next stop, Wyoming. I waved farewell and started the engine. The Tahoe picked a sure footing through the potholes and sharp rocks of the parking lot, and nosed onto the road to Cheyenne.

Nope. We wild-hearted mountain explorers don’t drive no stinking yellow Camaros.

Click here for more information on the Cache la Poudre Scenic Byway.

All the best,

Vonn McKee
“Writing the Range”

2015 WWA Spur Finalist (Short Fiction)
2015 Western Fictioneers Peacemaker Finalist (Short Fiction)
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My trusty Tahoe...
The best six dollars a day I ever spent.


  1. Great essay, Vonn. I used to raft down this river every spring with friends back when I lived west of Fort Collins. Yours is a great description of it!

    1. Thank you, Peter. I would love to go back and take the trip by raft rather than car. Might take along a fishing rod!

  2. Thanks for the ride-a-long, Vonn. Your word pictures put me right in the passenger seat. Thanks. And--wise choice, the Tahoe.

  3. Makes me want to take the drive too. Thanks for an interesting article!

  4. You are riding in style. Thanks for the tour. I enjoyed it.

    1. Travel might be my favorite thing on the planet. Glad you enjoyed the ride.

  5. The Rockies up in that area are stunning and the road to Cheyenne is a favorite. Don't make it that far north anymore, but now a trip seems in the offing. Thanks for the ride-along. Doris

    1. It's an unforgettable place. I hope you get back there soon!

  6. Excellent. Sounds great fun, Micki.

    1. Thanks, Keith. Sometimes, beauty like that is hard to translate into words. But we keep trying...

  7. Great trip description Vonn. Thanks much.

    1. I'm ready to go back. Nice to hear from you, Gordo.

  8. Thanks for taking us along for the drive. Beautiful pictures and wondrous words--can't get better than that. P.S.: The Camaro would've been way too cramped with all the Western Fictineers in it.

    1. Wouldn't that be a fun group trip? Thank you, Jacquie.