Funny story, but, unfortunately, no pics.
Back in about 1976-7, the wife and I decided to go camping over the 4th of July weekend. We were living in Denver at the time and I'd heard of a really neat little campground in the Westcliff/Hillside area (west of Pueblo). We're headed down I-25 and just north of Colorado Springs at Monument Hill we hit an absolute whiteout - can't even see the front of the hood. One minute we're going 65-70 MPH, the next OH *&^%. Remember, this is JULY. Fortunately, the next minute everything clears, blue sky, super day.
We continue on - get to the campground and get settled in so we start to explore. Find there's 3 tiered lakes formed by beaver dams with water so clear you can see the bottom all the way across! Beautiful - and virtually no one there. And out of the bottom lake is a little creek that runs behind our tent site. Even the wife is happy!
Nice paths around the lakes - just dirt - but reasonably level. Just a super campground.
Do the normal evening/night stuff - cook dinner - veg out - crawl into our double sleeping bag and absolutely crash!! Wake up in the AM and I need to visit 'mother nature' badly - step out of the tent barefooted, in my skivvies, into 8" of fresh snow!! And it's about 20º outside (it was in the 70's when we crashed). WOW!! Remember, it's JULY! The wife was not happy, but by 11AM the snow was gone, it was back in the 70's and all is well!!
Fast forward about 25 years - I'm back in Colorado and decide to find the old campground - unfortunately, I do find it. The 3 clear lakes are now 1 dirty looking lake - it's paved around the lake - and there's a bazillion folks around. The campground had gotten so popular that it was actually ruined. Sad.
Well, I do still have my memories of that first time!!