The Second Scratch

Mt. Sherman Round 2…this time with lots more snow! ūüôā ¬†I smiled more times than I can count¬†on Sunday. ¬†It was a really great day!

 

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Sparky’s Dreamland

Sparky and I have been distracted and aloof lately, our feet have been itchy, and our legs have been restless. ¬†The only cure for all this was a trip up a peak, a 14,000 ft peak! ¬†After work on Saturday, I packed my bag and headed to the base of Quandary. ¬†I slept in my car and woke up before the sun. ¬†I thought, “I sure have missed all this!” ¬†I’ve missed driving through the night, missed sleeping in my car, missed peeing outside, missed the magic feeling of being on an adventure.

I worked¬†my way up the trail with my headlamp illuminating the way. ¬†Each¬†turn and every burn in my legs felt like an old amigo¬†reminding me of the adventures of the past. ¬†I knew I was getting sick, in the back of my mind, because my smelly sister had been coughing and sniffling and oozing germs from all orifices that week. ¬†But, I told myself I wasn’t allowed to acknowledge my sore throat or my runny nose or my aching¬†muscles. ¬†“NO, Alix! ¬†You are not allowed to be sick! ¬†It’s time for an adventure! ¬†You can be sick later!” ¬†And what do you know!? ¬†It worked!

Time flew and before I knew it I was above treeline and the Sun was beginning to come out of hiding.  I kept turning around to soak in the explosion of colorful beauty rising from the east.  I even tried walking backwards for a little while, just because I hated to miss even a single moment.  I snapped a few pictures and videos along the way, and each time I did, it felt like my fingers were going to fall off.  I pulled my scarf over my face to soothe the burning feeling from the passionate kisses of the bearded wind.  As I climbed higher, so did the sun.  I felt moderately fatigued but mostly just ALIVE and ELATED!

Sparky was in tip top shape, as usual. ¬†Nothing ever seems to slow him down and he is always smiling! ¬†When Sparky¬†and I reached the summit there was a man there who offered us hot cider. ¬†We met briefly at the trailhead and had agreed to kinda watch eachother’s backs for the day. ¬†It was his first winter summit…and it was mine too. He was tall and thin and spry. ¬†He was the kind of guy, from what I gathered, who enjoyed a fast paced adventure in the mountains. ¬†I’m a more slow and steady kinda gal. ¬†We were polar opposites, but friends for a day.

As we chatted over hot cider two birds hovered closely over us.  We could hear the wind brushing against their wings and we stopped mid-conversation to take in the moment.  It seemed special for some reason.  The moment came and went and the conversation only picked up again briefly before the man at the summit and I seperated.

I stayed up there for a little while to take in the view and hold on to the adventure for as long as I could. ¬†That cold crisp air is my favorite air to breathe! ¬†The sun was bright and the sky was ultra-blue, almost the same color as Sparky’s mane. ¬†Eventually, I made my way down with occasional stops to chat with curious little birds in the trees. ¬†And before I knew it, I was back at my car. ¬†I stopped in Alma to get a coffee and I listened to a live band play some folk-type music there. ¬†I thought about sticking around to grab a drink at South Park Saloon “The Highest Saloon in the USA, 10,580 elev” but I had no appetite and had lost my thirst for beer. ¬†I always slip into a bit of a post-summit depression like that. ¬†I can’t exactly explain why…but the world seems a little heavy sometimes after a good day in the mountains. ¬†No complaints, just something that my mind goes through.

The next day, I did my “secret” hike, somewhere between the Springs and Canyon City. ¬†It’s one of my very favorite places to go and I almost always have it all to myself no matter what day or time it is. ¬†My body was definitely feeling the cold I had coming on, and my throat felt like a cactus was growing in it. ¬†I slept heavily that night after a dose of cold medicine. ¬†Then…it was back to work.

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