Bats, birds, and bears. Oh my!
This little guy got stuck in the lobby of the Lodge this morning. Last week we had a bat, and a vicious one at that. A few weeks ago we had a moose on the loose. And last summer a baby black bear would hang out in our valet circle. Never a dull moment in the High Country!
4.5 miles up, 4.5 miles down. That’s all it takes to scale Colorado’s highest peak. Well, that, a couple of liters of water each, a large bag of trail mix, two Chocolate Chip Clif Bars per person, one Oatmeal Raisin Clif Bar for the dogs to split, two bags Teriyaki jerky, and a couple of Gatorades to share. A raincoat with a hood and a layer of fleece are also good to have around–it’s windy as sin up there. Beautiful views from the top and a lovely hike up through a pine forest. We even beat the rain by about an hour!
One thing to keep in mind when you’re headed home. No matter how hungry you are DO NOT STOP at the Silver Dollar Saloon. You will regret it.
Hot. 83 degrees at 2pm and I’ve turned into such a ninny that I dare call that HOT. Nonetheless, it was hot. And as the day wore on it became it became perfectly clear that sleeping inside that evening, wasn’t a thought even worth thinking.
Luckily about 5 miles up Montezuma Rd. and another mile up the deliciously dusty Peru Creek Rd. there’s this spot. This spot that we’ve affectionately named The Residence; a spot that is just high enough that the dusty heat of the summer doesn’t quite permeate the air, where low clearance cars are not welcome, and on a clear night the moon shines bright through the stately lodgepoles.
The residence isn’t much. Just a Coleman tent meant to sleep five, a couple of camping chairs, a folding table with a George Foreman Grill, a large stone fire-pit, and a cozy hammock strung up along the banks of Peru Creek.
Nestled in a clearing deep in the woods, alongside a crashing Peru Creek rapid, we rarely have company at The Residence. Besides the occasional bump in the night, you are alone with your thoughts, melting into your sleeping bag, breathing in the crisp mountain air, as the waters of the creek lull you to sleep.
The next morning I woke up with the birds. It was cold outside, 43 degrees cold. I wrapped myself in my fleece and wandered down to the river’s edge. The heat of yesterday had subsided and left in its wake a cool breeze, laced with a hint of pine. This ninny was home.
1) we’ve had so much rain the last few weeks that even Buffalo’s rocks are green.
2) i am a worrywart when it comes to being a dog-sitter.
3) wildflowers are my favorite