The past two weeks of visitor and construction chaos culminated last Sunday in a hike up to the Continental Divide on the most perfect of perfectly blue-skies and fluffy white clouds day that just makes you wanna say in your most sarcastic of voices, “Colorado sucks. I don’t know why people live here.”
I thoroughly enjoyed the day, declaring it the best hike ever. It was the Goldilocks of hikes: not too steep, not too long, not too many people…just right.
The manly men stayed a bit out in front on the trail, giving me time to ponder the twisted, time-tested trees, search for geologic history in the exposed, gnarled rock layers, lament the absence of the old man (Fischer-dawg was taking a rest day), take about a million pictures, and just generally relax on my feet and contemplate life and the meaning of it all.
And take about a million pictures I did. From lunch (sandwiches by master chef Nephew Nick!), to views, to flowers, to stupid human tricks (manly men cannot jump, as you will see…but, jumping photos are my “new thing”…more to come in this space, I’m sure, if I can find more cooperative jumpers). Here’s a sampling. More on Flikr.
Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow. ~Henry David Thoreau
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. ~John Muir