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PAGE 3 OF THE SEPTEMBER 1992 ISSUE OF PASS PATROL CAMPFIRE TALES
Keep in mind, the stories here were written in 1992.  A lot has changed.
This issue was recovered by Mike Behn, AKA: Caveman

This issue includes

Geneva, Italian Pass

 

ANOTHER OF THE MANY ADVENTURES OF PASS PATROL

WHERE’S ITALIAN PASS?

Lights from the buildings across the street produced a misty glow … a glow that seemed to glitter against the drizzling rain gently falling from somewhere in the darkness of the night.  That glow produced a kind of barrier, preventing us from seeing anything beyond the street and buildings in front of us.  We were sitting in a café in Crested Butte, not looking forward to setting up camp in the rainy night.

“We could camp on Italian Pass,: Caveman suggested.

“Where’s Italian Pass?” I asked.

“I don’t know.  That guy we passed on Taylor Pass said he went over it … so it’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

We were at the end of our day.  At least we thought we were.  Our day began at the crack of nine.  That’s when we tossed the last of our camping gear into the vehicles and pulled out of our camp, onto the Tincup Pass Road.  We took our time going over Tincup, stopped for lunch in the ghost town of Pie Plant; then poked along at an easy pace over Taylor Pass.  Just as we pulled into Ashcroft, the rain began to fall.

Big D was checking a dent in the running board when I walked up.  “These running boards just don’t work on trails rated as difficult,” he grumbled.  “I better pass up on Pearl Pass this trip.  I’m gonna take these things off as soon as I get home.”  He left us and headed for home.

That left two of Pass Patrol’s wildest daredevils, all alone on the trail … with no equalizing force to keep us over the safety net.  You guessed it.  Caveman and Outlaw (His wife and son don’t count as an equalizing force ‘cause he don’t listen to them no how.)

We went over Pearl in pouring down rain.  What a trip!  Four hours of hair raising 4Wheeling and not a scratch.  The fog was so thick on the summit of the pass, we could not see more than a few car lengths ahead.  At 7pm we pulled into Crested Butte and that’s when the subject of Italian Pass came up.

“Where is Italian Pass?”  I repeated as the two of us scanned the Gunnison Natinal Forest Map.  We found a trail called Cement Creek that went over the top and connected with Italian Creek, which id come out at Taylor Reservoir.  “That must be it.”

“You wanna go moonlighting … in the rain?”

 
 
   

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