Day 94: Wild Bill Says Howdy

We woke up with the top of Lost Ranger still shaded from the sun. As we got dressed, the suns rays creeped into the valley. We headed towards the road, still shrouded by the beetle kill pines. This section of trail was covered in downed trees. We climbed our way down to the trailhead and walked a gravel road. A ranger pulled up beside us and asked us how the trail had been and we told them the Zikels had been gorgeous. Behind these rangers, a long line of cars proceeded.


We walked around eight miles down the gravel road. Here Garbelly got signal and found out his sister had been in labor since midnight and family were on their way to the hospital. The trail had provided again. We would be able to be in town for the birth of Garbelly's niece or nephew! Just as we received this call, we see a white truck with a wooden back end. It was Delia and the one and Wild Bill Ducote. He whipped the truck into a pullout and got out hugging both of us. After the initial excitement of seeing a great friend in the middle of nowhere, we got in the truck and turned around. He offered us some leftover pizza from a place he had been to in Lander. It was unreal. It was covered in pesto, garlic and lots of cheese. We quickly wolfed it down as we turned onto a highway leading to Steamboat Springs.

We made it to Steamboat and did what we always do; ate a ton of food. We stopped into a BBQ restaurant (Critter's favorite place to search for veggie options) and ate pulled pork and fried zucchini. After this, we decided to head to the Yampa river, a popular lazy river running through town, and go for a swim. We found a nice eddy just below a rapids and hung out there watching inner tubers scream as the went down the small rapids, sometimes flipping into the water. Wild Bill was the tubers number one fan as he swam to get sandals floating down the river and push people out of eddys they were trapped inside and could not move. This swim was also a pretty nice bath and laundry time. We did not look completely like three homeless people bathing in a river, but not far from it either.


After we got out, we drove down the Main Street looking for ice cream and a hotel. Along the way we saw a putt putt golf place and could not help but pull in the parking lot and play some golf. We were older than anyone else on the course by a decade or two. We played for an hour or so and even had a few hole in ones. When we finished playing, Garbelly and Wild Bill had tied with a score of 50 and Critter with 57.


After this we looked for a room to stay. Every hotel in steamboat was completely booked up besides a room for $350. It was about $300 over our budget. We looked and found cheap hotels in the town of Craig 37 miles away. We decided since we had a car, this was our best bet. On the drive Garbelly called his parents and family to check on the status of his sister in labor.  No baby yet. He could barely keep in his excitement. Within hours he would become Uncle Garbelly!

Once we arrived, we found out that every hotel was booked there for a soccer tournament. Looking back, we definitely should have called and asked first. Finally out of pure luck, a local inn had one room left with a single bed. One hour later, Garbelly's sister had a baby and we all found out it was a baby girl!! Garbelly was beyond excited. A few years may have been shed.

What a day. Filled with best friends, swimming and a new niece. At midnight we finally fell asleep.  


Garbelly & Critter


Marion Ruth Mitchell

Day 93: Mt. Zirkel Wilderness & Lost Ranger Peak (1293-1322)

The skies were bright blue when we woke up with only a couple puffs of clouds. After the storms we experienced throughout the night, we were thankful for this. We followed the trail weaving through forests and meadows as we walked along the plateau. Views of the mountains, still streaked with snow behind us with the rocky cliffs of the Zirkels in front of us. Between it all was seemingly flat land saddling the dramatic mountainside.

As we came up and over a rolling hill, we stopped in our tracks at the sight of Elk in a field. Not one, not thirty, but upwards of a hundred elk grazed before us. We quietly walked passed trying to not disturbed them but also interested in observing them for as long as we could. As Garbelly inched closer, the wind blew our scent their way and they trotted off into the woods.

After winding up and down nicely graded trail with the occasional patch of snow, we arrived at a small stream. While only a few inches wide, it was carved deep into the grass suggesting its old age. As we filtered the icy water, we ate a small snack and decided to make it over Lost Ranger peak before any afternoon storms trapped us below the mountain.

The climb up to Lost Ranger was spectacular and an easy climb. Once we were at the top, a group of nearly twenty bighorn sheep wandered across the trail stopping to look at us before disappearing over the edge. We decided to eat lunch up there, not minding the sun due to the enjoyable breeze that had started up. In the distance we could see miles and miles of burn area. We knew there would be a lot of downed trees to climb over in the second half of our day.

We started our descent saying bye to the last Pikas we would surely see for awhile. The ground became boggy and soaked our feet. Every now and then we walked over mounds of snow sometimes over ten feet tall. After descending for awhile with water logged shoes, we passed by a lake occupied by swimmers and anglers. The sight of people near an alpine lake meant that the trees were most likely cut and we would not be climbing over many downed trees. After we passed through a trailhead parking lot, we found trail again that climbed up to a narrow ridge away from the road. With a perfect view of the Zirkels, we decided to pitch our tent and eat dinner with a view.



Garbelly & Critter


Day 88: 1210 to 1233 (Never Summer Wilderness)

When Garbelly woke up, it was fairly dark and mostly silent. A few birds were also waking up and beginning to sing. Laying still as the moon's light still illuminated the tent, he listened to every small crunch of a stick and drop of a pine needle onto the tent. Then, the loud clomping of moose hooves passed by as they gently shook the ground. As this sound passed, another moved in seemingly just as loud yet clearly nothing with hooves. Was it a bear? Part of Garbelly hoped it was since he had yet to see one on this hike. Or maybe it was a mountain lion, although that was fairly unlikely since they were usually extremely stealthy. It came closer. Each step boomed through our campsite. Without waking Critter, he leaned up to peek out of the mesh. Four rather large feet were apparent under the vestibule. Four white furry feet. It was our friend from the night before, the massive snowshoe hare. As it hopped around our tent, his oversized back feet repetitively thumped the ground. This thumping was our morning alarm clock and unfortunately to Critter it went on its way.


After packing up, we headed towards Bowen Pass. It was only a mile away at this point and we had less than five hundred feet of climbing to reach the top. On our way four bull moose paralleled us going the opposite way. Two of them were massive. Their large cupped antlers were still in velvet and they were moving like they had somewhere to be. Neither of us took one step until they were out of sight. We could not stop watching their beautiful strides across the marshy meadows. When they disappeared, we looked at each other with huge smiles and could not stop talking about what we had just seen until we reached the pass.


Right before we crested the pass, we had a small cornice of snow that we kicked steps into and climbed easily over. Compared to our first days in Colorado, all snow travel was a breeze. Over the pass, a horseshoe of mountains momentarily blocked any views of the surrounding area. As we began descending, we noticed in the distance that instead of tall snowy mountains there were vast fields and rolling pastures. We could see Wyoming! We knew that the trail took a giant westward dogleg so that we would be able to stop in steamboat, but nevertheless this change in scenery was exciting!


Then the trail split off at a junction and we had to say our goodbyes to perfectly groomed, twelve inch wide trail. Instead we were left with a three inch wide trampled grass outline and hundreds of down trees. Instead of giving a boring description of the next five miles of climbing over fallen trees and through swampy fields, just imagine trying to jump on the back of a bareback horse for two hours while standing in three inches of chocolate pudding. It was not always fun but it was the CDT.

As we rounded a corner and started descending, we startled a flock of grouse that slowly waddled away from us and "hid" a few feet off trail. Garbelly told Critter that if she ever ran out of food, those would be a free meal because they are so slow and kinda dumb. Critter did not find too much humor in that statement. She would rather have one as a pet.


After we met up with these birds, the trail joined with a dirt bike trail. The next ten miles were not only hell to walk due to the ripped up trail, but also due to avoiding dirt bikers for the next few hours. Some of the groups of riders were very considerate of us and slowed down while letting us know how many riders were in there group. Others ripped past us, flinging dirt and rocks our way and never noticing that we were there. The exhaust erased every hint of pine and wildflowers that we had grown used to and apart from that, we could not hear ourselves think. It would definitely be a lot more fun to be a dirt bike on a hiking trail, than being hikers on a dirt bike trail.

As the trail descended, it paralleled a stream. We could not help but notice all of the brookies holding up in the calmer bends of the stream. Most of the fish ranged from three inches long to around eight inches. We could not believe how many fish were there! We decided to sit down in the shade for a snack and to escape the heat. While we sat we counted over twenty fish just in the bend of the stream closest to us. We had to make big miles today and as hard as it was, we had to talk ourselves out of staying here for the day to fish. We did agree that we had to come back one day and fish these waters. As we looked at our maps to find out the name of the stream, we both laughed. "Trout Creek," of course. We continued up the rocky and dusty trail.


Eventually we made it to the highway where Garbelly was able to call his sister. Today was her due date and there was no way he would let being on trail keep him from staying out of the loop of her pregnancy. Although he really wished he could be there, sometimes that's just the way life goes. Getting to the Denver airport and getting a round trip ticket to anywhere near Evansville was out of the question monetarily. Plus, every hiker knows or figures it out really quickly. Most everyone that gets off trail for a few days to a week never makes it back on trail even if they are gung-ho about hiking. There is something about experiencing the comforts of home, family, actual food or whatever it might be that can keep a hiker from returning to the dream of a thru. Garbelly found out his sister was doing great and had not experienced anything unusual. Garbelly was glad to hear everything was ok, but really hoped that he would have signal when she did go into labor

At the highway, we met a man who was supporting his wife and her three friends hiking south from the Colorado/ Wyoming border and heading all the way to the New Mexico border. We were asking him about the weather as storm clouds began to roll over Parkview Peak. He mentioned there had been talk of thunderstorms, but that the weather out here was very unpredictable. We wished him and his wife well as we began our climb up the mountain in search of a place to eat a very late lunch.


Around 3:30 we finally set down and made cheese filled burritos. Just after we set down, a father and his son approached us from the mountain. They were hunters and had hiked up Parkview that day to scout out the area and get in a training hike. It was amazing how different the style of hunting was out here compared to back home. We could not imagine how strenuous chasing elk around these mountains must be. We talked to these two for quite some time until a group of four older ladies approached us. We knew exactly who they were.

"You must be the ladies hiking the CDT to New Mexico," Garbelly exclaimed.

They laughed and said they didn't know they were notorious. We exchanged information about the snow and downed trees they would encounter in the next couple of days. They warned us going north we would have similar trail conditions. After this, everyone besides us headed to the trailhead and we packed our packs to hike the last miles before getting a much needed sleep.


As we started climbing the mountain, we heard thunder and saw dark growing clouds. The worst place to be would most likely be at the top of the tallest peak in the area. As we got out our maps, we found a large alternate route that would keep us much lower, but it would also be five miles longer. We did not really like our options, but knew it was the smart decision. Quickly we began walking on a four wheeler road that turned into a gravel forest service road. Following this up and over folds in the mountain, we hiked as hard as we could to find water and a camp spot. Everything except the road was steep and had a large amount of downed trees.

Around eight o'clock that night we finally found a flat spot tucked away just off the road. It was perfect. We finished our day with a total of twenty-three hard earned miles. We ate Mac and Cheese and fell asleep to the sound of thunder.


Garbelly & Critter  

Day 87: Leaving Grand Lake

With Garbelly, in the Men's Dorm, and Critter, in the Women's Dorm, the morning had two versions. Begin split screen montage of our morning. Garbelly's morning is on one side. He wakes up when the sun began to shine over the men's dorm bunk beds, texts Critter, no response, lays in bed for a bit before texting Critter that he was going to go downstairs. Once downstairs he begins a conversation with Lil Buddha about breakfast and how we all had way too much food. Critter's morning is on the other side. She sleeps through Garbelly's first text and then his second text, the sun begins to shine over her face, she fixes it by burrowing her head deeper into covers, she is still asleep when Garbelly heads downstairs, she is still asleep when conversation begins, finally she wakes, look at texts from Garbelly, tries to close eyes to sleep longer, decides that she should get up then heads downstairs.


Once we were downstairs, we all happily and confidently agreed to head into town to the Fat Cat Cafe for an all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet. Three plates of quiche, Scotch eggs, various meats, biscuits and cinnamon rolls, and fruit later, it was time to visit the pie table. All the while we covered an array of topics with Lil Buddha and did not even bother with the time. We thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him, as he is well-spoken, an inspirational hiker, and just an all-around wonderful human being. He even paid for our breakfast! We tried to convince him not to do such a nice thing for us, but he insisted. When we thanked him, he told us to simply pay it forward, a common thread throughout our adventure so far. We bid each other 'Happy Trails' and headed back up to Shadowcliff to grab our packs and hit the trail. It was hard to leave the comfort of the common room at Shadowcliff. Honestly, we could have been easily convinced to stay another day, but with Wyoming so close, we deemed it best to keep moving North.


We entered Rocky Mountain National Park and followed an incredibly groomed trail past meadows of anglers and through pine forests of hikers. We met Judy, a park volunteer, and stopped to speak to her for a couple of minutes. She continued on with her job and walked up to a passing family to ask if they had seen any wildlife. We continued on. Once reaching the highway, we began our short road walk towards Never Summer Wilderness.


Along the road, we started to see cars pulled over and an incredible amount of people on the side of the road. We figured it must be something outstanding maybe a mama bear teaching her cubs how to cross a stream or climb a tree, maybe an ostrich had broken free from a far away zoo, or maybe just a moose feeding on some grass? We could not believe it. Traffic was being directed by Judy, the park volunteer, and everyone was out staring at the moose eat with their zoom lenses and children in tow.

We worked our way through the crowd and continued on towards our turn off. Once we reached the other side of the park, we passed by more anglers and very fishy water and looked at our maps to see the name of this creek. It was the Colorado River. Walking on across the headwaters of the Colorado River was spectacular. Just imagining that such a slow and winding creek would travel over a thousand miles south and carve out the Grand Canyon was powerful. It was also the perfect place to fish.


We were passed by three forest service men who to our surprise and excitement informed us that they had cleared our next eight miles of trail! We followed the trail gradually climbing until we left the park and entered the Never Summer Wilderness. Thunder could be heard in the distance, but we hiked on. The forest surrounding us was thick and green. Small waterfalls framed the trail and the bright colors of wildflowers decorated it. The thunder grew closer and louder but no rain fell yet. Critter's side began hurting again after a large pop occurred, a residual pain from coughing so much the last month (the never ending saga), so we set up the tent just in time for the bottom to drop out of the sky. So we did what anyone would do, we took a three hour nap. The rain did not last long and the thunder began to dissipate. 


After our nap, we continued up our climb towards water and potential camp. We reached our water and as Garbelly filtered, Critter headed up trail to find camp. As she was turning a corner, she stopped in her tracks staring head on at a rather large Bull Moose. Slowly backing up, she put her trekking poles over her head and made noises. The moose just stood there staring back, not moving. Finally she positioned herself behind a group of skinny pines, and she could see the moose flick his ears and bend back down to continue eating. There were no herds of people to warn her of the moose this time, which is very preferable. Garbelly came up the trail and Critter whispered to him, "Moose!" Shocked at this Bull's size, he quickly grabbed a photo and then we both took a detour around the section of trail the moose was occupying.


We found a circle of trees with a perfect tent site in the middle and began to set up camp. The moose wandered over into the meadow on the other side of our campsite, and he just minded his own business feeding and drinking water. After setting up, we sat behind a tree to observe this large peaceful moose.


While we had our backs turned, another creature snuck into our campsite. A giant, fluffy, big-footed bunny rabbit, and he was busy chewing on our tent when we caught him red pawed. Our presence did not intimidate him, after chewing on our tent he hopped over to our packs and licked/chewed on Garbelly's strap then hopped over to our water and licked the outside of our bladders. Then he hopped away. We stood there trying to figure out if what just happened was real or some delirious, hungry hallucination. We sat down next to our packs just in time for the bunny to hop back into camp. He circled our tent trying to figure it out then hopped away. We grabbed our packs and wandered a little bit away from camp to begin eating dinner.


While we were sitting and eating, we watched the bunny work his way back to our tent when he realized we were gone and go straight for the mesh door. He tried to hop in but was disappointed by the mesh screen, instead he stood up on his back paws and looked inside. He hopped over to Garbelly's trekking pole which was filming the scene and sniffed the pole and then hopped away again. We could not bear to think that we would have to hang a bunny bag over night. We finished up our meals then headed to our now empty tent.

Under the almost full moon, we could hear, throughout the entire night, all the critters outside of our tent.


Garbelly & Critter  


Day 86: Into Grand Lake

Since the first day, we were consumed by the trail.  It stripped us of our off-trail identity, our comfort zones and routines. We entered a world where no one cares about what our day job is or what we studied in school. No one cares about what we wear, smell like, or how we talk. We become the trail, and the trail becomes our home and the other hikers are family. Don't get us wrong we don't forget about our families back home or that other world, but to survive we have to sacrifice our our minds, time, and energy to hiking. Seeing family becomes a distant dream, a goal.

When family comes to visit it is such an amazing gift, like an anchor back into who you are and what life was like and is like off-trail. It is this tiny window where you can share a bit of one world with a bit of the other. It is energizing and phenomenal, but when it is time to say feels like an unexpected blow to the heart. Sure, sure that sounds mellow dramatic, but it hurts in a way that we could never have expected nor that we can explain. The first few moments back on trail after walking away from family suck. For Critter they are tear ridden and for Garbelly they are very silent miles. It's not a longing to be off trail and surrounded by the familiar. It's not a regret nor a giving up. The feeling appears dressed as sadness, but could it be something else completely?

It might come down to time. Trail time is different than real life time. Our days are characterized by distance instead of the hands on a watch. Our time slows. However, when real life meets trail life. It feels as if time in general races to catch up. Time flies by leaving you alone again with the trail. Internally you feel like you are grabbing for the moment to stay just a little bit longer. This glimpse at time is shocking, a glimpse at the impermanence of every moment on trail and off trail. Suddenly we realize how quickly it is going by and how soon it will be all over.

Immediately, we are grateful for gravity which helps us cling to the dirt path we follow and the weight of our packs pressing us into that particular moment in earth's own time. It feels like being pinched out of a dream and back into reality. Leaving family is tough, but not seeing them at all may be just as tough. You just have to be ready for the sprinting of time through you're walking paced world.

Saying bye to Joe, Kate, and Milo was not easy. Their visit seemed to go by so quickly relative to how long it felt waiting for the day they arrived in Colorado. It is so amazing to be so supported, and it so amazing to share, even if it is just a tiny glimpse, our world out here. Aside from the stories and photos, to see in person the mountains and the trail, our packs and worn out shoes, how much sun our skin has gotten and how callused our feet have become. To meet a part of our trail family, in a way it makes it not just real for our family, but it makes it that much more real for us. In this surreal world, for a passing moment, we are utterly grounded and can step off of the trail and look on to our adventure from the outside.

We watched as Stella pulled away. We stood quietly and watched. Critter cried, of course, and Garbelly waved until he could not see the silver Airstream with the New York plates anymore. We were in limbo, somewhere between familiarity and our new life on trail. We raced back to trail and away from purgatory. Once on the path leading us North, we felt better, and thus we began to finish our miles into Grand Lake.


Along the way, about four miles out of town, we met a fellow hiker, Lil Buddha, and falling in line with his trail name, the energy he emitted was enlightening. We hiked all the way to town with him learning about all the trails he has hiked, some insight on the International Appalachian Trail, a dream of ours to complete.


Once in town, he headed towards the post office, and we headed towards the hostel at Shadowcliff to pick up our box. We found out it was a little less than mile away so we grabbed some ice cream for the walk. Shadowcliff consisted of beautiful log, multiple story cabins on the side of a cliff next to a flowing creek. We walked into the main building and office where we were greeted by the smiling face of Alanah, the granddaughter of the original founders of the lodge. She checked us in for the night and retrieved our resupply box. Then she showed us each our rooms, a men's dorm and a women's dorm.


We sat our stuff down by empty beds we deemed fit, and then we met each other downstairs in the large common area where we spent the majority of the night. Large windows allowed for a perfect view of Grand Lake, the surrounding Rocky Mountain National Park, and a thunderstorm that blew in over it all. We lounged for most of the afternoon only to take a short pizza break but soon resuming position on the couch. Everyone had already headed to bed when we shut the lights off and marched ourselves up to bed. We said goodnight to each other and slipped into our dorm rooms.


Day 82-83: Fourth of July at Lake Granby

We spent the morning with Charlie and Hannah grabbing coffee and breakfast at the Rise and Shine Bakery. Once they headed back to Berthound Pass to get back on trail, we headed to a coffeeshop to work on writing. Having a balance of fun and work is really healthy for us, and never once have we regretted writing about each day of our journey. The seemingly peaceful, downtime allows our bodies to rest while our minds work.

We were seated at an outside table when a wind picked up. Critter, having been worn out by the constant and brutal wind on the ridge for many miles, kept moving around the porch as if she was playing a game of musical chairs in order to get out of the wind. Garbelly remained in his seat and laughed. Lunch time rolled around, and with Joe, Kate, and Milo still an hour out of Winter Park, we decided to go eat, again. This time we found ourselves in a Chinese restaurant. We quickly made friends with our waiter as we shared our adventures with him each time he came to our table.


It is always such a joy to share our stories with people who know about the world of thru-hiking, but the surprise on the faces of those who are not familiar with this world is by far the greatest. It is amazing, and it is so cool that we are able to share and educate people as we learn and grow along the trail. 

After lunch, we headed to a parking lot and waited for the sight of the silver Airstream with yellow accents. Then all of a sudden there she was. In the truck, we saw the excited faces of Critter's dad, Kate, and the wagging tail of Milo. They pulled into the parking lot and jumped out. Milo came running up to Critter letting loose a single bark then ran over to Garbelly with another single bark. We were as excited to see them as they were probably excited to get out of the truck.

When Joe, Critter's dad, found out about her hiking the trail he found an 1974 Airstream, fixed it up, traded in for a truck to pull it through the mountains, then drove out to see us from New York. They had made it, all the way from the shores of Lake Erie to the mountains of Colorado. We threw our packs into Stella, the Airstream, and headed towards Lake Granby.

Being new to RV culture and Colorado during the 4th of July, we failed to make a reservation a year in advance at one of the campgrounds. From our understanding every spot was booked and every campground full, but from all the research we completed trying to find an available spot, we learned about the "walk-ups", our last hope. We pulled up to the office of the Stillwater Campground on Lake Grandby, fingers crossed. The men stayed in the car while the ladies jumped out. Kate and Critter ran up to the campground hosts and asked if by any chance there was a spot of us for two nights. A man in a golf cart drove off to check on the last spot at the entire campground. We waited anxiously. He returned, waved us onward, and took us to an open spot. Success! Not only was it a spot but we had a view of the lake and we were a bit secluded from the bulk of the other RVs at the park. We set up camp and took the Airstream out of travel mode, and we entered relax mode. 


The next morning we enjoyed bagels at our site before heading into Grand Lake to take care of our laundry and acquire fishing licenses.  While we were at the rather nice laundromat, a local shared with us some insight on where to fish. We loaded up in the truck and headed straight to the Colorado River. Once on the river, we began setting up our rods, for us it was our Tenkara and for Joe and Kate it was two four-piece rods. All of us put on dry flies and started to cast to promising looking runs. The hits came quick, but Joe and Kate had to switch their Smallmouth Bass and Winter Steelhead mindset to one of hungry, Mountain Trout. We tossed dries all day getting tons of hits on top water. Critter's catches increased in size as she went, starting out with some small, but colorful Brookies and ending with a good, healthy Rainbow Trout.


Garbelly played around with small Brookies, even accidentally catapulting one into the grass behind him. Milo was on the fish immediately helping Garbelly locate it and return it to the water. We had spent a better part of the afternoon on the water before we realized we were all hungry. We headed back to the Airstream to nap, shower, and begin preparing different vegetables and fruits to start grilling.


We enjoyed a large dinner and as it got dark walked down to the lake to see if we could spot fireworks. Sure enough, at ten o'clock we could see Grand Lake's firework show in the distance. The show went on and we sat quietly admiring the colors and shapes tucked into the mountains. 


Happy 4th, and Happy Trails!  

Garbelly & Critter  

Day 78: 1064 to 1086

We woke up late this morning. The sun had completely engulfed our tent in a very bright light. This meant it was already past 7:30 AM. In no rush, we began packing our things and casually heading up the trail. The sun was just a speck today in a deep blue sky.

As we began up the rest of our climb, we met a man from Boulder who we had seen going Southbound the night before. We began talking to him and found out he was doing a section of the Colorado Trail to train for his thru hike of the same trail later in the year.

As we kept talking, we began passing people. Very stylish people with nice cameras and clean gear. We talked to the first guy who said he was a part of the Fjällräven Classic and that their were around two hundred people behind him. We found out that the Classic was a three day, 35 mile hike from Montezuma to Copper Mountain. People that signed up for this hike would be surrounded by Fjällräven employees and Leave No Trace ambassadors assuring that the large group of hikers left a minimal impact on the trail along the way.

We passed most of the hikers as we were going downhill and they were climbing up against us. We stopped for each group of hikers and let them pass us since people going uphill have the right-a-way on single track trails. As we stopped, we met a lot of great people and saw some of the event organizers we had met heading in to Breckenridge. Going from seeing one or two people a day to seeing over two hundred was actually not a tough transition. Everyone we passed wore a large smile and was having a blast being outside on such a beautiful day. We even learned how to say good morning in Swedish (god morgon).

Finally we made it to water and split off from our new friend from Boulder. As we filtered, a Colorado Trail mountain biker went through and we briefly told him about the trail conditions he would face on Peak 6 and the Kokomo Pass area. After snacking really hard (Garbelly ate a whole bag of Cheez-its), we headed towards Georgia Pass and began looking for a good place to eat lunch.


We began hearing dogs howling all around us. Looking below to find what looked like a dog sled boarding area. We saw what seemed like seventy-five dogs under tarps and palettes. It was definitely a strange sight. We were not sure if it was legal or not to keep dogs in the conditions they were in, but we figured with as many hikers that pass by that it was not very hidden.

Just then Critter screamed and when Garbelly turned around, instead of being greeted by a large bloodthirsty heard of bears, he found a Charlie and Hannah. The Heavyweights had reunited once again! We immediately sat down by a creek and made lunch. Since Breckenridge, Garbelly began packing his trustworthy frying pan, so Critter made an extremely tasty cheese quesadilla for lunch. Just as we finished up lunch, dark clouds and a few rumbles rolled into view.


We got out the maps and looked for a lower alternate to the 13,000 foot ridge walk we had for the rest of the day. We found the perfect trail that would parallel the CDT. As the trail ended, we would scramble up a couple thousand feet to the trail. As soon as we started walking, the winds picked up and we felt a few drops of rain. It had been a good decision.


While most people think that our biggest threats out here are bear, mountain lions and banjo wielding locals, our biggest threat is being exposed in large storms. Yes, there is a large chance we could walk on a ridge line through storms unscathed. We would rather be cautious and not be the only positively charged objects on the top of a mountain. It pays to know the dangers of exposure. Even if it requires extra miles or skewing away from an original plan, it is always worth the extra time to stay safe.


After getting back up to the ridge, the clouds and winds swirled around us, yet were calming down. We looked on the ridge and noticed five large mountain goats running along a cliff line. If only we could move that fast out here, we would make it to Canada in a few weeks.

After making it to the ridge line, we sped hiked the next few miles through a small hail storm to camp. This camp was not just any camp. Tucked partially behind a rock face, we fell asleep at 12,300 feet with a view overlooking a large red cinder cone mountain. As the sun set we ate our dinners and watched a distant storm.

Cheers to magical campspots!  

Garbelly & Critter