Cache la Poudre

Sunday's drive took me west of the town of Fort Collins where I attended college. I followed the Cache la Poudre river which was named by French trappers in the 1820s when they were caught by a snowstorm and were forced to bury part of their gunpowder along its banks.

The narrow canyon walls create stunning views

and some great white water rafting.

 The water is very cold and no one finishes the trip without getting wet!