|Will I ever get tired of this view from my living room window?|
Today, my first "zero day", I 'm faced with an abundance of photos to sort through and much to convey.
As all full-time employees know, Mondays are a challenge. Even for a semi-retired vagabond, they still can be, as Box Canyon Mark offers to guide us on Monday morning up to Blue Lakes Pass. My first hike since arriving - at over 13,000 feet elevation.
But Mark and wife Bobbie have summited 50 of Colorado's 54 fourteeners (peaks standing over 14,000 feet), so ... the man knows what he's doing.
Mark (R) and John (L) load up the back of Mark's 4x4, affectionately named Petroleous Rex.
The cargo includes a few hikers.
Along the way, here's the song running round my head (sung to the tune of Oh Sussana!)
Ohhhhh, I come from Alabama with no red cells in my blood ...
The above photo was the only one that was properly focused due to the bouncy nature of the deeply rutted jeep roads. But we made it through what seems impossible terrain. As I said, Mark knows what he's doing.
We start hiking in an upwardly fashion.
|Chris and Debbie|
Up, up, up.
Mark promised wildflowers and kept his word.
Eventually, we reach the pass and discover the leaders of the pack.
Is it just me or do they look a little smug?
|Mark, Suzanne, Gayle|
Then we turn and see this!
We expectantly await the sun's appearance so that the Blue Lakes can dazzle us further.
Our patience pays off!
We do lunch.
Soon it's time to start back down. On the steepest part of the descent, I manage to do a slip-and-slide on the unforgiving scree. I remember doing exactly one revolution over the rocks before winning the fight against gravity. No real harm done, just some minor scrapes and bruises. Totally worth it, BTW.
Eventually, we return to treeline.
What an exhilarating experience! I only hope the photos reflect how the day was - both literally and figuratively - breathtaking.