Well the rest of the gang has finally given me permission to leave a post. When Michael last left you it was July 4th and we were washing clothes for the first time in a week. Needless to say after one day on the trail you couldn't tell we knew what a laundry room was.
The rest of the day in the Kridge was great. We walked around town and people watched the native Coloradians and swaths of tourists (most likely they were people watching us as well). Since we are health nuts we decided to eat organic and resupplied at a health food market, and there truly is a difference between Fritos from a organic food store and a regular grocery store. I want to also thank Mr. Blanchard, Mr. Roman and Mr Cavender for picking up the tab for the pizzas we had for dinner.
Well, on with the story, our hostel that night was incredible with a view of the fireworks from a jacuzzi and breakfast.
Bradley then dropped us off the next morning and we hit the trail hiking. It was a hard 8 miles to the top but full of scenic views to distract from the lack of oxygen. Morgan and Lee got some sun, rain, and sleet while up top but came out unscathed. The rest of the hike was a nice downhill and we had a great camping spot next to the Copper Mountain Resort Parking lot. We even got to pet some horses stabled next to us except Adam who napped through it.
The next day was another breath taker up to 12,300 feet. Adam was out in the lead but somehow got trapped in a hikers wormhole and ended up behind everyone without ever being passed. Not sure Einstein's theory of Relativity can explain what happened. Well we all made the hike and only getting a little wet along the way. Our campsite was next to the three walled remains of an old cabin, and Michael and Adam were brave enough to put their tent inside it.
Both Adam and Michael survived the night, but Adams headlamp went mysteriously missing. I'm not saying the cabin was haunted but...
A nice easy hike today with a little bit of sun. But only a little it was mostly filled with rain and sleet. But nothing could bring our spirits down as we made it to the trailhead. Morgan and Michael hitchhiked while the rest of us caught a ride in the truck bed of a fellow hiker. The rain was cold but that was nothing some grub from Leadvilles best Mexican / Burger joint couldn't solve, Gringos.
It was great having Morgan's Dad join us since Breckinridge, hope you had as much fun as we did. And now after a resupply at the local grocery and another meal at pizzahut we are about to head back to the trail. Stay tuned for pictures.
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