I so grateful for a body that is able to do the things I want to do. There were a ton of challenges and tough decisions made today that deeply relied on my bodies ability to hike quickly and power up a huge pass and I’m so grateful for being able to do it.
When I woke up this morning, my plan was to hike about 18 miles and hunker down while a storm blew over and then proceed over the pass in the evening. Those thirteen miles flew by with a gentle climb at first and then a long and slow decent to a road that leads to Breckenridge. On the way down a mother moose and her calf scared the shit out of me as I rounded a bend in the trail.
When I got to the road I figured I’d go into Breckenridge for lunch and wait out the storm there, but instead I checked my weather info and it seemed the storm was getting pushed back even later. So at the risk of not doing the pass at all tonight, I decided to March up the 8 mile pass gaining 2,000’ in the last 3 miles.
I made it to the top encouraged by seeing other hikers around, but kept watching this nasty cloud coming from the West. I didn’t spend much time at the top, but got a few pictures and was on my way down around 2 pm. It never rained or thundered once.
The decent was rewarding. It was gentle enough to mindlessly meander down the pass and into Copper. Unfortunately there was a closure on the trail so we were rerouted through the town itself, which worked out beautifully.
I had dinner with two guys I met earlier in the day and after that we found a great stealth spot just far enough away from the resort to have a fire without being seen. My body is exhausted and ready for a deep sleep. Tomorrow should be a smooth day into Leadville.
I had the opportunity to go into Breckenridge tonight, but felt like I didn’t really need to so I’m camped out just past a dirt road next to an older gentleman and a younger couple. The mosquitoes are insane, but I’ve had my tent up for a long time and finding shelter inside pretty much since I got to camp. We are next to a running creek that I can hear just over the roar of the airplanes that are constantly flying overhead. God I hate mosquitoes.
My day has been pretty good. I started off sluggishly making my way up a small incline, but quickly turned the speed up in order to get over Georgia pass before any chance of lightning. I could see the pass from miles away while I was down low in the valley. It didn’t seem daunting so my spirits stayed pretty high as I booked it up the mountain.
The trail stayed mostly below tree level, but when it did shoot me out of the canopy the view of the Ten Mile range and the surrounding mountains were stunning. The clouds looked a little darker than I’d like and we’re forming mostly right over the pass so I wasn’t able to enjoy it for too long.
The rest of the day brought a slow downhill that eventually led me to my camp spot tonight. My calf feels a little tight and was giving me some grief towards the end, but nothing a good night sleep can’t heal. Tomorrow night I should be at copper mountain resort!
Tonight I am camping in a grassy little nook tucked just underneath the trail. I’ve killed almost 200 mosquitoes. The sun is setting past the valley that’s before me and my feet are so happy to be done for the day.
Today was a very long day. I got a little bit of a later start just because I had to shuttle to the trail rather than waking up and immediately hiking. The first seven miles were a bit of a challenge with some Rocky terrain and a respectable grade leading up to elevation.
Eventually the trail opens up in a gorgeous meadow and brings you along a valley covered in wild flowers. This section is easily one of my favorites. After miles of Meadows and valleys the trail dove into the woods again and brought me down and into another section of rolling hills that blend into small towns and homes I could barely make out.
I wasn’t sure where I was going to camp, but I had enough water to dry camp. I found this little grassy spot with a beautiful view of the valley and correctly pointed myself in the direction of the sunset.
My body is exhausted as today was the longest day I’ve had in almost three years of hiking. It feels good to make so many miles in a day. Tomorrow is another big one with a good climb up and over Georgia pass. Just another day dodging lighting.
All day I think about thunderstorms. I feel like I’m constantly looking at the sky and gauging the likely hood of getting hit by a bolt, which seems to be something I can never gauge. The weather patterns change so frequently and quickly I literally can’t risk being near a pass after eleven am. I knew there was a storm coming in today, but supposedly it wasn’t coming in until 3, which is when I was due to the road that would lead me into town for the night.
The day started off very normally as I woke up next to the Platte River and began a slow climb through a burn zone. I woke up early enough to watch the sun rise and witnessed the morning glow on the rolling landscape. I felt strong and healthy, so I walked for a long long time before deciding I should probably take a break.
Most of the day was spent under a canopy of pine trees sprinkles with the occasional patch of Aspen. The clouds began turning grey around one and I knew I needed to quicken my pace. Around 2:30 I was about two miles from the road when I started hearing thunder. I was only 8,500’ up and not gaining much beyond that, but I still felt the need to hurry up.
The hail started within my last half mile so I took off in a sprint. As hail came down I flagged the first car that passed me and they took me into town where there were french fries and burgers. I made it to my hostel and cleaned up and then went to dinner with a few other hikers. We came back later to hang out around the fire before going to my bed, which essentially is a wooden box with a foam pad on it. Tomorrow is another big day, but being able to finish early helps me get a lot of rest.
Beginning the Colorado Trail in Denver makes so much more sense than starting in Durango. The first seven miles are smooth and easy along a graded road following the Platte River. These next few sections just appear to be easing you into the trail rather than having you go over 12,000’ passes immediately. Needless to say, I’m happy to be starting again from this direction.
Tonight I am camping next to the Platte River up a little bit in a rolling grassy field. I was able to do these past 16 miles today in about five hours, which is the first time since the PCT I moved that fast. Again the trail was very smooth. My body does feel worked and tired, but tomorrow I’ll be staying in Bailey for the night so I’m prepared to work hard for the rest.
About eight miles in the trail splits from the road and begins the single track trail of the CT. You never get above 8,000’ so the trees are in full coverage. There were a ton of people out and about today, which always makes me feel less lonely and more excited. Tomorrow I think there will still be a good number of people out, but the thunderstorms are supposed to begin in the early afternoon and that should keep most people inside.
Im looking forward to my biggest mile day as of yet tomorrow and a nice bed to sleep in once I get to Bailey. It’s so nice being back on trail.
Alright this was going to be short and sweet. Camp tonight it’s tucked under a massive mountain right below tree line where the sunset has turned the entire month purple. My fire slowly cooking out and I am resting about to pass out and my tent.
Today was a really good day! First 20 + miles and my body felt really good. Lots of smooth terrain witg a few inclines that made me work really hard. For the most part I stayed on the inside lip of a ridge skirting around ranges in going over a couple of passes. Lots of snow around eleven thousand five hundred feet. It really makes things interesting up there. I got to glacade today which is really fun and the snow is nice and slushy so my body didn’t get scraped up or frozen. I’m expecting to see more people as I get closer to Denver. Alright well I’m exhausted another 20 miles a tomorrow if everything goes right.
Today was a bit of a struggle. Thankfully the weather stayed mostly clear as I traversed the Indian Ridge section. I was able to watch some massive storms blow through east of me and felt grateful to whoever created this trail for keeping me west. I believe I gained almost 4,000 feet today and struggled like crazy getting over my first pass around 12,500’. It seemed that I was taking a break every hundred feet just to catch my breath. My body felt fine for the most part, but my legs were exhausted and ready to be done with 8 miles to go. I’m glad I’m starting slow and letting everything find their place before kicking up the miles.
As I summited my first pass the trail became unbelievably gorgeous. Everything opened up and I was able to see the massive mountain formations that held me and the trail. I must have stayed above 11,700’ for about five miles before returning to tree level and the dense pine forests. There was a ton of snow on the north side of the ridges and I took a few tumbles and post holes trying to make my was across the snowy landscape. I didn’t see a single soul for the entire 15 miles and have yet to. That should change tomorrow as I enter an area highly used by mountain bikers.
The weather should be clearing up tomorrow, but who knows what will happen in these mountains. Depending on how I feel tomorrow I may attempt my first 20 mile day, but we will see. Loneliness creeps in from time to time, but the benefit of being up so high is that I have decent cell service to call for support and love.
Im happy to be on this trail and hopeful that my body continues to be healthy and strong. Camp tonight is next to a scenic overlook with hundreds of birds singing around me. The thrush song seems to be the most popular. About an hour until darkness and I’m already in my tent ready to pass out and start another day on the CT.
I am currently sitting next to a fire trying to smoke out the black flies which rival those of the north east I experienced only a week ago. So far it’s working, but every now and then the occasional brave souls finds themselves on my ankle and annoys the hell out of me. Beginning a trail is always a mixture of feelings ranging from excitement to loneliness, from thrill to fear. Right now I feel very at ease and relaxed reading my book and enjoying the mostly clear sky that I haven’t seen all day.
I woke up from my stealth spot by the river in Durango this morning around 8 am and finished a few errands before catching an Uber to the trail head. The first few miles were luxurious with tons of people and mountain bikes out and about. I was thoroughly enjoying myself until around 1 pm when I heard my first crash of lightning. I was about seven miles in and had been skirting the mid-section of a Ridgeline for most of the day when the clouds started to darken to the east and rain slowly began to pelt my head. I finally pulled off trail and rain proofed my pack and torso when it started to really come down. There were a few strikes that cracked closer to me than I wished they would, but eventually the storm passed for a few minutes until another rolled over the ridge.
I didn’t stop much today or take many breaks. When the weather turned sour I just wanted to get to my camp spot and take cover. And that’s pretty much what I did. I got to the creek I’m at now around 3:30 pm and immediately set up my shelter in just enough time before a small hail storm blew through. I learned quickly about camping on muddy ground and how rain will splash mud on your sleeping set up even though you have a shelter. My bivy got covered in mud specks as well as my pack and face.
Finally the rains stopped and the sky opened up allowing me to step out, make dinner and rinse off before getting ready for bed. I believe I’m really going to love this trail and the many different types of experienced that wait ahead for me. Tomorrow I plan on doing another shorter day to continue warming up my legs for this hike. I’m just really hoping for a thunderless day, but I don’t think I’ll have many of those in the Colorado Rockies.