Young’s Gulch/River

As in most of my  backpacking experiences, this one did not follow the initial plan. We set out at about 5pm on Friday for a Steven’s Gulch but had to reroute due to an obvious “FOR DAY USE ONLY” sign in the parking lot. So down the Poudre we went until we hit a local bar. (I stopped in… to call our emergency contact and tell him the change in plans). Next stop: Young’s Gulch. I had hiked that same route in mid March and the half frozen stream that you cross MULTIPLE times was small and 80% frozen. No such luck on this trip. The “stream” was more like a small river and the stone crossings were hidden beneath the icy flow. Not wanting to get wet, the we-who-do-not-have-waterproof-hiking-boots kids chose the less obvious, less safe courses. I fell in on the third crossing. We lost a few others to the stream crossing nonsense, but the campfire at the conclusion of the day had us rejuvenated in no time. After too much food, off-key singing, and an abundance of campfire stories, my sleeping bag felt like a plush hotel bed.

The night held a storm of rain and snow and only Lauren refused to succumb to the peaceful sound. A reenactment of the morning hours:

3am  – Lauren: “Guys, what time does the sun come up? I can’t sleep.”

          – Me: “6am. Go back to sleep.”

4am  – Lauren: “What time do you think it is? Is the sun coming up yet?”

          – Laura: “Uh, ya, I think I see some light outside.”

5am  – Lauren: “It is not getting light! What time is it?”

          – Laura and I: *snore*

6am  – Lauren: “Ryan. Ryan! Are you awake?”

          – Ryan: “Mrphlph…”

           (Lauren wanders away from camp to our sleepy eyes’ delight)

9am  – Me: “Lauren, did you ever bring your bag in from the rain?” 

           – Lauren: “Too late now.”

9-9:30am: (We listen to Paul snore in the tent beside us.)

9:30am: Breakfast: the only thing that we desire more than sleep. 

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That morning, we hiked back toward the car making a detour up a steep incline to get an awesome view of… whiteness. (See pictures below). Another great backpacking adventure for the CSU kids!

Laura assisting Lauren across the "stream." Paul nervously awaits his own fate.

Laura assisting Lauren across the "stream." Paul nervously awaits his own fate.

 

Not a bad view for a potty break :) Note the yellowish spot in the lower center. Home sweet tent!

Not a bad view for a potty break 🙂 Note the yellowish spot in the lower center. Home sweet tent! Note the white specks throughout the picture: Very unwelcome precipitation.

 

Who knew that Ponderosa pines smell like butterscotch and vanilla. Seriously! Go sniff one!

Who knew that Ponderosa pines smell like butterscotch and vanilla? Seriously! Go sniff one!

 

(Sorry, I can't make it straight) This is a funny one. Laura willingly offered up her potential dryness to try and find a decent crossing for us after we had wandered off trail. Little did we know that the rocks to her right were the trail crossing rocks. Oops.

(Sorry, I can't make it straight) This is a funny one. Laura willingly offered up her potential dryness to try and find a decent crossing for us after we had wandered off trail. Little did we know that the rocks to her right were the trail crossing rocks. Oops.

 

The Clan: Paul, Lauren, Laura, Jarrod, Ryan, and me.

The Clan: Paul, Lauren, Laura, Jarrod, Ryan, and me.

 

Gorgeous scenery even in the midst of mist.

Gorgeous scenery even in the midst of mist.

 

"Wow," says Laura, "What beautiful scenery we have today."

"Wow," says Laura, "What beautiful scenery we have today."

 

As luck would have it, the clouds began to part only moments after we began our descent toward the trail.

As luck would have it, the clouds began to part only moments after we began our descent toward the trail.

 

And the conclusion of another great backpacking adventure...

And the conclusion of another great backpacking adventure...

27 April 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Hiking/Backpacking. Leave a comment.

“Revenue” Mountain

     Alright, alright. We aren’t really sure if it was, in fact, Revenue Mountain that we climbed, but it sure was fun! Just the the getting there made for some great pictures and amazing memories. One of my personal favorites was created during the drive back to Colorado with Bekah. Because we had stopped to smell the sunflowers, my car was left parked on the far side of the interstate. A cop just happened to drive by, become suspicious, and begin questioning. Luckily, I was able to sweet talk myself out of any trouble (okay, there was no trouble, but it just sounds more interesting…). Here are some of the best pictures from the week in the Mountains with Bek and Ang:

 

Such a nice surprise after 8 hours of driving. Some where between Salina and Colby, KS.

Such a nice surprise after 8 hours of driving. Some where between Salina and Colby, KS.

 

Our lovely campsite. Bekah was amazed by how "cold" the mountains get in August. The answer to the chills? Hot tang!!!

Our lovely campsite. Bekah was amazed by how "cold" the mountains get in August. The answer to the chills? Hot tang!!!

It's not as gross as it looks... but it's not that tasty either.

It's not as gross as it looks... but it's not that tasty either.

 

There were several little mines around the area. The water was coppery and had a slightly pungent odor. (Well, it may have been the bear scat found surrounding the area. Leave? No way!)

There were several little mines around the area. The water was coppery and had a slightly pungent odor. (Well, it may have been the bear scat found surrounding the area. Leave? No way!)

 

Another cute little mine. What is left of it, that is.

Another cute little mine. What is left of it, that is.

 

The view from the (almost) top. We actually never made it due to poor signage/directions, a disgruntled goat, and about 2 hours worth of climbing up the crumbling scree.

The view from the (almost) top. We actually never made it due to poor signage/directions, a disgruntled goat, and about 2 hours worth of climbing up the crumbling scree.

 

We came this far... and then we headed back down the chute of death.

We came this far... and then we headed back down the chute of death.

 

After a great day of hiking, time for some exploring on the front range! Here is quirky, quiet Georgetown, Colorado.

Me and Bekah after a great day of hiking, time for some exploring on the front range! Here is quirky, quiet Georgetown, Colorado.

Idaho Springs, Colorado. Just in time for Beau Joes Mountain Pies!!!

Idaho Springs, Colorado. Just in time for Beau Joes Mountain Pies!!!

On our way out of town. This is why I love Colorado ;)

On our way out of town. This is why I love Colorado 😉

3 February 2009. Tags: , , , , . Hiking/Backpacking. Leave a comment.

Mt. Belford: My First Fourteener!

            Here is a breakdown of Mt. Belford. At 14,197 feet, this guy was a killer in the Collegiate peaks. I was hardly adjusted to the altitude (not to mention slightly out of shape) when we trekked into the wide world of collegiate fourteeners. We arrived in the Collegiate wilderness area the night before our hike up and were concerned by the looming clouds overhead. In the morning, the rain pushed back our ascent by about an hour, but by 9 am, we were eager to go. fast forward to 12pm: Angela and I were almost dead with exhaustion. If you have never breathed on small amounts of oxygen, you will never understand the burning feeling that accompanies each minor movement. When we finally reached to summit, the view took a backseat to the yummy looking rock were we stretched out to “nap.” After a semi-recovery, a lunch of delicious bagged food, and a signing of the summit list, we headed back down toward the comforts of car cushions and hot tang. Oh yes, it was hard, but hard is hardly an excuse for not going. Here are some of the best pictures of the hike and summit. Enjoy! (click on any picture to enlarge)

 

 

31 January 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , , . Hiking/Backpacking. Leave a comment.