Travel experience in the small town of Frisco, Colorado, USA

During the summer vacation, our family of three drove around the western United States by ourselves. On July 27, we arrived in a small town called Frisco, Colorado. The town has mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate. Early the next morning after arriving in the town, we hiked up Buffalo Mountain near the town. The scenery in the mountains is extremely beautiful. There are dense broad-leaved forests at the foot of the mountains, which gradually transition to coniferous forests at the top, and then there are meadows full of various wild flowers. Incredibly, near the top of the mountain, where there is always snow, there is a small lake covered with water lilies.

After having fun, we decided to go down the mountain from another way. When we reached a road near the foot of the mountain, it was almost 4 p.m. The road is built close to the mountain. There are no cars or people on the road, and there is no signal when turning on the mobile phone. Only then did we realize that we were on the other side of the mountain and could not find our way back. We turned back the way we came, but we didn’t have enough time. We had no choice but to drag our tired bodies and continue walking along the road.

There were beautiful cabins one after another on the roadside. We tried knocking on the doors of several houses, but no one answered. When I was feeling discouraged, I suddenly saw a figure in the distance. It was a big boy who was running and exercising, running towards us. We waved to him excitedly, and the sweaty big boy ran up to us and stopped.

The big boy is very enthusiastic. After listening to our detailed description, he told us that this place is already another town, far away from the hotel we stayed in in Frisco. If we insisted on walking back, we would not be able to reach the hotel before dark. The big boy suggested that we take the bus back to the hotel. After discovering that it was not easy for us to find the bus station, he enthusiastically expressed his willingness to drive us to the station.

A few minutes later, the big boy drove up to us. In the car, the older boy told us that his name was Kevin. He grew up in Iowa and moved to Denver to work in a company after graduating from college. He is on vacation these days and is here for vacation. After talking and laughing, we arrived at the bus station after driving on the winding mountain road for more than ten minutes. Thanks to his kind help, we returned to the hotel smoothly.

Thinking about it afterwards, this section of the road is really far and there are many side roads. If there is no one to guide us, we are really not sure whether we can reach the station. Even if we didn't take the wrong path, just the three of us were walking blindly in such a remote mountainous area. I really didn't know how long it would take to get back to the hotel.

Kevin’s appearance has gradually faded in my memory, and I can’t remember much of what we talked about that day. Only that afternoon, the kindness from strangers, and the beautiful feeling of gratitude will remain in our hearts for a long time. Even now, when I think about it, my heart is still full of emotion.