Stevens Gulch, Colorado
Location: Roosevelt
National Forest, North-central Colorado
Maps: USGS 7.5' Quad: Big Narrows; Trails Illustrated 1:40K: Cache La Poudre/Big Thompson #101 Access: From Ted's Place on Hwy 287, drive 16.6 miles west on Hwy 14 and park at the Stevens Gulch picnic area on the north side of the road. Fees: None Trail: None Parking Area: NAD83 zone 13 465429e 4503715n Elev: 6110' Dog Regulations: Voice Control Weather: NOAA Stove Prairie station Local Forecast ![]() |
Stevens Gulch is a short, steep gulch that drains from the north into the
Poudre River between Sheep and Red Mountains, just north of the eastern
edge of Buck Ridge, which I hiked in 2003. Drivers along Hwy 14 see only
a picnic stop, and officially, that's all there is. However, in the winter
time, when the river is frozen, it's a cinch to walk across the river to
the north bank and hike up the gulch. I suppose there's no reason that
one couldn't also just get wet and wade across in the sumer time at low
flow, but if it's warm enough to ford the river in comfort, it won't be
cool enough to keep one from heat exhaustion on the bare, treeless slopes
around Steven' Gulch. There's no real destination, just the opportunity
to freelance explore rugged, untrailed terrain. My first exploration
of this area took place in February 2002, when the weather proved much
too nice to be at work.
I parked the car in the picnic lot at around 9AM, then walked across the frozen river, skipping over the thin ribbon of running water in the middle. Frank followed behind, on leash for the river crossing since I have ![]() I continued on east towards Red Mountain, now clearly in view. I considered attempting to climb it, but a steep draw separated us, and the constant sidehilling route I had taken (since apparently the ridgetops are all private property) had caused hot spots all over the bottom of my feet. I saw two people in a truck drive up as I sat watching Red Mountain. As they got out, I turned and dropped out of view on my way down the slope. They must hve wondered where in the heck I had come from since all the houses and roads were the other way. I'm sure not too many people walk up there from the river. Frank and I took a more direct route down and ended up on the north side of the river well east of where we had crossed. No problem. We simply walked on the frozen river to the car to end the trip. The second time I visited the area was with Andra and Frank the next month, whcih was March 2002. We didn't intend to hike far, instead just looking for a place to relax and read our books in quiet. I told her about that big flat rock up the draw, and she thought that sounded like a nice place to sit and read. Turned out it was. Frank got pretty bored with us just sitting there, so he began randomly digging holes at the base of the rock in the soft soil at the bottom of the draw. We encouraged him by tossing pebbles down the draw, which he would chase, locate, and then dig at until a small hole was created. It seemed to entertain him, and it definitely entertained us. |