Moving away from our quest to get to mountain lakes, we hiked a trail that is near and dear to my heart this week. I’ve led umpteen ba-zillion, and that’s a lot, trail rides up this trail and many pack trips began on this trail. It is a steady climb up some 2500 feet, but what takes your breath away is the incredible wild vista awaiting you in the saddle between St. Vrain and Meadow Mountains.
As always, we hit the trail before 7, both to beat the heat and storms, and the afternoon “crowds.” Hiking through aspen groves that always brought me this amazing sense of peace on rides, was just as strong this day. We crossed little rivulets of melting mountain snow and wandered through willows and stunted bristlecone pines to the last push out of tree line and up to our high point.
A vibrant mounting blue bird greeted us, as well as a hummingbird. Wildflowers were abundant and beautiful and we dug out so many memories standing there on that high ridge. “The more the legs!” could be heard more than once. Back at the trail head, we drove down Ski Road and parked in front of Meadow Mountain Cafe for a well-earned lunch!