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Henson Creek RV Park (Lake City, Colorado)

Henson Creek RV Park (Lake City, Colorado)


We were on our second day of attempting to repair the RV’s fan belt. We were about to head to Gunnison for parts when Mike’s former brother-in-law informed us that we could no longer boondock in his yard. Some sort of issue with the neighbors. We scrambled to find a place to go, a park that would let us check in in the morning.  (Normal check-in times are around noon.) We were in luck when Henson Creek RV Park told us they had room and we could come down right away.


We had driven by Henson Creek on our way to Woodlake, when we first arrived in Lake City, and frankly, we hadn’t been that impressed.  Although it was centrally located on the main drag, it looked cramped. But this time, we were grateful to have a place with full hook-ups where we could work on the RV.

When Mike checked us in, he was pleased to discover a small selection of RV supplies in the office. Friendly managers Joe & Judy Hoover guided him into our spot.

Later that afternoon, with the help of a new friend, Mike was able to get the fan belt on. The motorhome was fixed! (Well, except for the a/c compressor, which we will fix in the next couple of months.)


Henson Creek is small, designed more for the fifth wheels that line both sides of the park.  Motorhomes take up the few spots in the center. The park is right next to the actual Henson Creek.  We only stayed one night, but we really enjoyed walking Meeko and Sadie along the edge of the water.  I also enjoyed a run around the area the morning that we left.  For Sunday morning worship, there’s also a charming Catholic church, built in the 1800s, around the bend from the park.


Our initial impression of Henson Creek was right… and wrong.  The park is a bit cramped. But, the facilities are great.  There’s 30-amp electric, a laundry room, and showers if you need ’em.  The managers are nice and helpful, and the location is fantastic.  At Woodlake, we were too far out of town to do anything but drive.  When we come back to Lake City next year, we’re going to stay here so that we can walk or bike to all the fun stuff in town.


Our first breakdown

Our first breakdown


After a fun week in Lake City, Colorado, spending time with Mike’s middle daughter and his former brother-in-law, we were on our way to Denver to visit friends. About five miles out of town, the engine started over heating.  After a couple more miles, we found a large enough spot to pull over so Mike could diagnose the problem.  The news wasn’t good.  The air conditioner’s compressor had seized and snapped the fan belt.

With our Coach-Net membership (Triple A for motorhomes), we arranged for a tow to Gunnison, about an hour away from LC.  Coach-Net told us that the wrecker’s shop could fix the problem for us.  With six hours before the wrecker arrived, we headed back to LC in the Jeep, did some work at Mean Jean’s and grabbed a late lunch at the Cannibal Grill.  When the tow truck arrived, we learned from the driver that his shop could not repair our problem. In fact, he didn’t think there was any shop in Gunnison that could repair it.

Change in plans again.

Because it was mostly downhill and not far away, Mike decided to drive the coach back to LC with me following in the Jeep and the wrecker following me, just in case.  We boondocked at Mike’s ex-brother-in-law’s place.  Mike researched belts and then drove to Gunnison to pick up three different lengths.  In a diesel pusher, the engine is under the bed, so we had to pull everything off and lock Charlie in a carrier to make sure he didn’t jump down to the ground through the engine compartment. After lots of elbow grease and cursing, Mike realized that none of the belts were the right size.

Not our best day.

Mike called around and found out that the belt he needed could be shipped to Gunnison, and we could pick it up in the morning. We thought the day’s craziness was over.

We were wrong.

While I was tidying up in the kitchen, I noticed Meeko, our 3 1/2-year-old rat terrier/Australian cattle dog mix, had his head stuck in the handle of a grocery bag we’d been using for trash.  (Meeko has a trash fetish.  He loves to get into the trash. He is not happy when you tell him he can’t; our normally sweet, easy going bark baby snarls and bares his teeth.) I touched him on the nose and told him no and then moved to remove the grocery bag handle from his head.  He bit me.  Hard. Hard enough to draw blood.  He made a deep gouge in the pad of my thumb and broke the skin on my index finger.  More than the pain, the sadness and disappointment were overhwhelming.  It’s hard to remember that our domesticated “babies” are, deep in their DNA, wild animals that react instinctively. Mike made it better by bandaging me up and putting on “Mary Poppins”.  “Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!”

Lesson learned.  No more trash where Meeko can reach it.

We’ve been to Gunnison and back today, returning the other belts and picking up what we hope is the right belt. Mike is working on it as I write. Fingers and toes crossed that this does the trick.