Spoiler Alert: I don't go all the way to the 12,890-foot summit. The unending steepness (duh!) becomes a concern because of the need to eventually descend (duh again!).
Unfortunately, I have osteoporosis which means a bad fall will likely result in a broken bone or two. I honestly don't mind that so much but ... cutting my trip short by 3 months would be far more painful than any fracture.
And who wants negative thoughts interfering with views like these?
Once again, the temperatures and skies co-operate, although it's windy as we start out. Of course, the winds only increase as we rise above timberline.
|Debbie, Chris, Jim, Gayle, Mark, Bobbie, Dave, Donna, Ally and Austin.|
The wildflowers continue to delight.
I bellow over the wind to Jim, "See ya later!" He gives me a wave and continues upward.
Donna, a nice lady from Kentucky and friend of Mark and Bobbie's, joins me on the journey down. We chat and stop for photos often.
Eventually The Gang catches up with us, Mark in the lead.
Before long, we pass the abandoned cabin near the beginning of the trail.
Another magical meander through the majestic mountains!