Beaver Mountain

It was a Tom Hike. Those of you who hike with the Y regularly know what that means. Expect the unexpected. Especially when he said that it was only 6 miles, but was going to feel like 8. Starting at Upper Beaver Meadows, we headed up the Ute Trail, stopping at some beautiful lookouts over Moraine Park. The Big Thompson was winding its way through the newly green meadow.

And then the fun began. Bushwhacking (or whackbushing) up the ridge to the first false summit, and across to the real summit. I think Tom purposely makes the route obscure so no one would ever find it again.

The view was worth the 1000 foot of oxygen deprived climb. Every summit surpises me by revealing the surrounding mountains from a slightly different angle.

Tom even had a chance to relax on top, before taking us down a different route on the way back. How was it possible that it was both shorter and less steep on the return? Tom always performs his magic on a hike. And yes, it felt more like 7 miles because it was.

Cabin Creek Cascades - Father's Day

Shhhhh. It's a secret. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the park where Cabin Creek flows down from the eastern flank of Meeker. The spring runoff crashes down the numerous cascades.

There may not be a specific destination, but it doesn't matter. The stream is the destimation. Just close your eyes and listen.

The flowers are going to be spectacular in a couple of weeks. Tall chiming bells and arrow leafed ragwort are reaching up on both banks.

And did I mention it was Father's Day? A special treat back at the cabin for Larry and Richard. A big piece of pie AND a beer!

Summer Mornings

Muneca is back. A little behind on some postings. I will try to catch up today. But the morning is too perfect to rush. Sitting on my porch, cup of coffee by my side getting cool while I watch life unfold in front of me.

The North St Vrain is in full runoff after the last week of hot weather, providing a soundtrack and constant motion. The bird feeders and geraniums have been hung for the season. A broadtailed hummingbird discovered the first feeder before it was even out of my hand. A hairy woodpecker is clawing at the sunflower seeds, frantically searching for the perfect kernels to stash in the nearby ponderosa pine. Flycatchers are perching on the aspen snag, on the lookout for their next snack.

A few days ago, Ms Moose paid me an early morning visit. As I was walking up the path to my car, engrossed in my thoughts, I saw this tall dark body in front of me, with long legs that seemed to stretch up higher than my head. She trotted away, around the side of the cabin, and I followed, just to watch. The moose have only recently come to the eastern side of the park, and Wild Basin is hosting a fairly large group. But they are reclusive, and I will always stop to enjoy when they come to say hello.

Somedays it feels right to just sit back and take it all in.

Happy Easter

We returned from our journey to New Zealand in time for spring and a gorgeous Easter. Snow at our arrival and green grass and daffodils almost ready to pop by the end of the week. Lilacs have tiny buds, swelling every day. When I cleared out last year's dead stalks, my perennials were green underneath. Content to be home for the season where I can listen to the meadowlarks on my runs and the finches out my window.

Central Otago Rail Trail

A week into our trip now, and we are out of the car for a week cycling the rail trail. We stayed at the Gladbrook station last night and woke to a spectacular sunrise. Picked up our bikes from Cycle Surgery and we were on our way. 50 kilometers of open landscape today.

Golden hills, rocks, sheep, rivers, bridges, and old train stations line the trail.

A little more than halfway, we stopped for lunch in Hyde. Muneca made friends with Tim behind the counter. Great food, a thirst quenching beer, and we were back on the trail.

You can tell this is a very serious ride.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from Muneca

Spiders

I love having fall twice. Quick and early in the high mountains and then more leisurely a few thousand feet lower. Although we usually do have our first real storms at the beginning of November, today still belongs to autumn.

One of my favorite trails was calling my name this morning. Less crowded than some and with beautiful views. I brought along the camera just in case there was something interesting to snap. A small movement along the trail in front of me caught my attention. Furry, grey, and almost the size of my palm, a gigantic wolf spider stood still. That's the second one I've seen in 26 years in Colorado and this time I could take a photo.

Gemstones

High above Gem Lake are the amazing Gemstones. Nice, sticky granite that you can scramble around on and feel like you are a kid. Tom, Linda, Pete and I circled the lake and enjoyed the views of the high mountains in every direction. Unfortunately, we also had a great view of the plume of smoke coming from the Fern Lake Fire which started yesterday.

It's October so the weather couldn't really make up its mind. 27 when I woke up, 50 an hour later in Allenspark, 37 at the trailhead, 70 by lunch time, and so beautiful that we headed for our second destination of the day.

I'll never turn down a chance to try a little rock climbing, so off to an area near Lily Mountain we went. Fun on the rocks all day long. My fingers are sore and not from typing on a computer for a change.

 

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Ouzel Falls

The last hike of the summer season. The snow shoes might be coming out sooner than expected. The cold front blew in yesterday afternoon resulting in a few inches of snow on the ground and some chilly temps. The low water, snow covered boulders, and fall colors in the bushes and trees made for some incredible scenes.

The water is still cascading out of Ouzel Falls, but in a very subdued manner. You can view the falls without getting soaked. In summer it is a welcome relief. Today, we were happy to stay dry as the fog covered us soon enough and the dampness started to work through our bones.


Enjoying the last hike of the season at the YMCA of the Rockies - Jim, Jane, Brenda (and Muneca), Jeff, Marise and Maggie

Fern Lake

Yes, there are ferns along the trail to Fern Lake. And in the fall, they turn yellow and crunchy, providing a different texture to all the other autumn colors and shapes.


Creeks are low, even lower this year than previous Septembers. Feels like the bridges are unnecessary now.

I call them my magic trees. Along the trail to Fern Lake are a number of trees that are either split or hollowed out. Hikers put little rocks inside them. They tunble down, are rebuilt, providing a little hidden artwork along the way.

At Fern Lake, Clyde, Maggie, Fran, Janet, Rick (and Muneca) and Barbara.

Deserted Village

Continuing my week of visiting old structures in and around the park, today we headed to Deserted Village on the North Fork of the Big Thompson. Once a hunting lodge, now just bits of one small cabin remain.


Margy, Clyde (with Muneca), Fran and Maggie at Deserted Village. Knowing that the season of summer hiking is coming to a close and that we will all be heading in different directions in a few weeks, we've been savoring every step.

Taking a "shortcut" back to the parking lot found us winding steeply through a small drainage. Finally we topped out and hit a dirt road, where the aspens were shining.

Game Drive Walls

Up on the tundra are remnants from an earlier era when the herds were hunted. In order to direct the animals towards the hidden hunters, game drive walls were built. An easy hike up on Tombstone Ridge brought us to these walls, but they are scattered all over the tundra if you keep your eyes open. Look for a string of somewhat parallel rocks.

The tundra was windy and cold, although the sky was still blue. How long until the first snows cover the land above the trees?

Lulu City

 

The colors appear to be changing early this year, but the trees look vibrant and full, as if they will withstand the first strong wind or rainstorm. Maybe it was because we were on the west side of the divide where the trees have more moisture.

Today we hiked up to the remains of Lulu City, a deserted mining town near the headwaters of the Colorado River. The river is just a tiny stream up here, but a couple hundred folks followed their dream to this valley.

Although the site is gorgeous, very few artifacts remain. A few logs from a foundation here, a depression in the ground over there, a ditch that might have channeled the water from a nearby stream. And a trail that was used for daily stage coach travel from Grand Lake to Ft Collins.

Maggie, Jean, Linda, Megan with Muneca, and Barbara at Lulu City.

 

Twin Lakes

 Propped up on a small bench with beautiful views into Wild Basin lie Twin Lakes. From the western lake Tanima takes center stage, flanked by Mahana and Mt Alice. It the shadows are just right, you can see Eagle's Beak rising up in the drainage between Mahana and Tanima. But the best part of these lakes is the solitude. I have never had to share the lakes with another human who wasn't on the hike, only otters and birds.It's the perfect place to spend a few hours of solitude.

 We bushwhacked over to the smaller eastern lake, climbing lots of boulders and passing through a beautiful stand of aspen. The second lake is covered in lilies, but only the leaves remain this season. 

Greg, Cathy, Muneca and Maggie at Twin Lakes. Deciding to find an alternate path back to the trail, we followed the dry outlet stream. Without too much trouble, we found our way back to the main trail and avoided the worst of the krumholz. A leisurely stroll past Ouzel Falls and Calypso Cascades completed a perfect September day.

Sky Pond

 The summer is always nearing its end before I get a chance to lead a hike up to Sky Pond. And I always wonder why I don't go there more often, as there are so many incredible sights along the way. Under aspen ready to start glowing, past Alberta Falls, and then to our first lake of the day, The Loch. The wind had a certain fall chill, but the skies were staying bright with just a few puffy clouds racing over the summits. 

 On the far side of The loch, and up an incredible number of stone steps, lies Timberline Falls. Water pours over the falls all summer, catching the light to make it appear weightless. To the right of the falls, the trail climbs straight up the wet rocks. A little scramble and the upper gorge opens up. 

 While we were sheltered from the wind while we climbed the falls, there was no protection upon reaching Lake of Glass. But it doesn't matter - the view is worth it. Just put on another layer and enjoy. 

 Following the rocky ledges to the right of Lake of Glass, we climbed further into the gorge and arrived at our destination, Sky Pond. The mountains tower over you, feeling like they are closing in. All is gouged out rock, transformed into cliffs and spires by the force of the glaciers 20,000 years ago. 

 Our group at Sky Pond - Kim, Andrew, Rich, Lisa (with Muneca), John, Richard, Maggie and Boyang.

As we trekked back down the trail, we reentered the aspen forests. Color changes seem to be appearing overnight. A whole hillside of bracken was already dressed for autumn.