It is amazing to me all the variety of people we meet on the trails in the mountains of Colorado, and I guess it probably is the same in every state. Elaine and I hit the trail just at first light. One because we can be hiking in the crisp cool and be headed back to the trail head before it gets too hot, and two because we have the trail to ourselves for much of the early morning. It’s quiet and there is just this sense of peace and awe and for me, all the little stresses in my life get put into perspective. Something in me wakes up and reminds me that this earth was created with an artist’s hands, and those hands clearly loved the placement of each tiny flower, rock, and tree and painted them all together to feed my soul and spirit.
As the day moves closer to noon, more and more hikers hit the trail. Trail runners speed by and I wonder if they see anything around them. Small groups come along chatting about their lives. Some groups have music blaring because even in the wild places, they cannot leave behind the normal distractions in their lives. It annoys me because I don’t want that intrusion on my time in the wild. We often pass hikers with dogs, which is a good thing. Unless they decide the rules do not apply to them, so their dog is not on a leash. I wish I could ticket them. I’ve taken to saying, “Thank you for having your dog on a leash” to those who are following the rules. And we always see more hikers on our way back.
As we came around the lake by the willows at the very end of our hike, we shared the trail with a swarm of these incredible iridescent blue dragonflies. There were hundreds of them hovering all along the lake trail. Stunning.