I thought I would switch up my routine this year and do something different to celebrate the day of my birth. I wanted to climb a mountain. All told, it was a pinnacle bday for me this year and I didn’t think a party was how I wanted to celebrate. Enter Loch Vale Trail.
Weeks before our trip to Colorado I spent time scouring through a book with more information on trails, lake, lochs, and vales than I will ever need. I found a picture of a beautiful lake in Rocky Mountain National Park called ‘Sky Pond”. I turned over in bed and showed my husband saying with certainty- “There. That’s where we are going for my birthday.”
So, we cooked a campfire breakfast of potatoes and eggs, drove into Estes Park for ‘real’ coffee and then set out across the snow in search of Sky Pond. If you have been following my adventures on this blog you will already know that it was REALLY snowy in colorado this year. The snow makes everything slow going and more tiresome. Our first big feature was Alberta Falls (picture above). The glacier melt was just rushing over the rocks. I took a variety shots where the water was stop motion and splashing, but I love the slower shutter speed waterfall photos where the rushing water looks soft and ribbony.
There are no pictures of the biggest hill I ever climbed because I was sucking wind the entire time. But it was a biggie, let me tell you. An. Absolute. Killer. On the way back I gave up completely and slid down on my rain coat. Who says I have to grow up? This was what we saw as we reached the top and rounded the corner.
As we sat there munching on granola and apples enjoying the view of the loch vale and the lake, a couple of fellow hikers arrived and sat nearby. One of the girls proceeded to take off her winter coat and JUMP IN THE LAKE! Ok, so the trail is about 3 miles one way from trailhead to finish. IN THE SNOW. Yes, hiking makes you warm, I get that, and yes, the sun is hot- I get that, but jumping into a glacier pool is not smart when you have no blankets or dry clothes and you have to hike 3 miles through the snow back to your car. Her friend shouted at her to get out the lake. Her response? Take a photo with her cell phone. Risking hypothermia for likes on Facebook? C’mon now! I seriously hope she made it down the mountain.
So, we never actually made it to Sky Pond. The hill before Loch Vale completely wiped us out. That’s ok. Now I have a reason to go back.
I had high hopes for this trip. We were going to hike higher, walk longer, see more. So our first hike I thought we could take the most accessible route to the top of the continental divide. One way the trail measured about 4.4 miles. It would be tough, but I figured the way down in always a little easier than the way up. I admit I was surprised and beginning to reconsider when we arrived at the Bear Lake trailhead to a frozen scape with knee deep snow just off the well defined trail that leads around the lake.
We thought maybe it might be easier up ahead and forged on. The trail was completely covered. Our only markers were little orange tags that dotted the tress through the forest like little Rocky Mountain bread crumbs. It was clear after less than a quarter mile that 4.4 miles was not going to happen.
At the first sign we opted for whatever trail lead us to something closer than a 4 mile hike. This happened to be Bierstadt Lake. Which we realized later, had its own trailhead up the road. If we had known we could have used the park shuttle to get back to our car at Bear Lake and made a loop instead of walking there and back on the same trail. But, anyways, I digress. We plowed through the snow the rest of the 2.1 miles, our feet constantly breaking through soft snow and plunging knee or thigh deep. It was a serious workout!
The trail wasn’t the best I have ever been on- but the reward at the end was spectacular!
Bierstadt translates to Beer Village or Bier City Lake, which is such a weird name as neither of those things are present. Or ever have been. After the hike back, we went ahead and set up at our second campground choice in Moraine Campground. I highly recommend this campground. It’s got great sites and great views. The sites are beautiful in park because you park your car about 180 feet away. The nature of the sites are preserved and although you have to walk back and forth each and every time you forget something, they provide generously sized bear boxes for your site, making it a little less far if you keep your stuff in there.
Before the summer sun really got the best of us, we thought we would head to the mountains, pitch tent and get one last chance to play in the snow. The skies were cloudy and yes, we got hailed on some, but the trip was amazing!
This photo was taken from a scenic pullover on the road that leads to Glacier Gorge and Bear Lake Trailheads in the Long’s Peak area of the park. The sun was shining on the snow capped mountains in such a pristine way.
This is not the first time I have neglected my blog for a couple of weeks, and it probably won’t be the last. But this time I have a pretty good excuse for the first two weeks of my absence- that is- our internet was hit by lightning!
I was laying in bed in the middle of the day reading a book (omg I have a great life) enjoying the sound of the rain on the roof. The thunder rolled in and I didn’t think much of it UNTIL the crack and flash felt like it hit right outside my window!
I jumped up and ran to every window around the house just waiting to see a mesquite tree in flames and yet nothing was out of the ordinary. Just grass and fields and sky.
As I entered the living room I detected the faint smell of burning rubber and noticed the box fan was no longer spinning gently in the corner. So the main living fuse blown. Ok. I wasn’t crazy- something happened, and now I could go back to reading happily freed from any internet obligations as the modem and the computer are tied to that fuse.
Fast forward: The next day I bend down and pick up all these little pieces of plastic shrapnel and curse at my husband for doing something messy and not picking it up. The trail leads me to the modem, which I now see is laying askew on the desk. There is a burn on the wood and I notice that the plastic cover on the modem is lying about 6 feet away from the desk and connections blossom. I realize that it was the internet antenna that was struck!
First, before we could get the internet back, we needed electricity. Well, we totally botched that part. We managed to break the air conditioner looking for the electricity shut off. So for about a 48 hour period, we had no AC, no electricity in the main hang out areas of our house and no internet. #darkages.
The electrician came and fixed the A/C and the fuse, which required two visits, and then the internet people came, which required two visits, and then A/C broke again which require another repair man and then all normalcy was restored.
Did I mention how frustrating it is to wait for repair people without the internet?
The good news is that we left shortly after all that madness to go to Colorado! Here is a picture snapped at the Flatirons in Boulder.
Ingapirca is the site of the ancient culture of the Canari. There is a ~ or the n in Canari, but I am at a loss to work out how to make that happen on my keyboard. Accessible by car or bus, the hour and fifteen minutes ride to Ingapirca down on windy roads in the Andes is absolutely breathtaking. I find the geographic look of the Andes thrilling. They are not just steep and harsh; Hillside valleys and habitable spots that make for comfortable weather and staggering views. The sky is always blue, so so blue, and the grass is always green. I have not even saturated the photos below.
The Canari people (from Ecuador) put up a grand fight against the Incan army (from Peru). Over the course of a year or two (or more?) the Canari depleted a good number of opposing force before being completely taken over. From what I could understand at the site, once the Incan’s held the community, they enslaved the Canari. But the slave masters were women. In one of the ruins the bodies of 30 women were found which apparently confirmed this fact.
The Incan’s arrived at the Canari homeland sometime in the 14th century, but the Canari people lived in the region for some 3,000 years. They are known as terrific stonemasons because their structures needed no mortar. Needless to say, they are still standing. Tetris masters long before the Russians. Unfortunately about 50 years ago when people began to move back into the region they pillaged the site for ‘free’ rocks to build their homes with. The site would stand taller today if something more had been done to preserve this ancient spot sooner.
The Canari had advanced techniques of heating, cooling, and chipping at the stone to mold them into a shape. They even went as far as to make channels and locks. These folks didn’t stop at stones either; they made delicate jewelry from gold and fertility statues from clay. All of which I wasn’t allowed to photograph at the Pumapungo museum in Cuenca.
I am slowly but surely seeing this great big country.
Last week we hit the road. Yep, in this age of understanding the effects of fossil fuel consumption we loaded up the mini-van and let the tires hit the pavement for over 2,600 miles roundtrip. Let me just add that about 1,100 of those miles are in Texas alone. Road-tripping is the journey to vacation oasis; So it naturally includes all necessities that Frodo and his shire friends let us in on- missed exits, traffic anxiety, car sickness, mysteriously multiplying luggage, hysterical laughing fits, the many ways in which you can put a neck pillow on your head, boring car games that only seem fun only because you have been in a car for an average of 6 hours a day for 4 out of the past 6 days, fast food flatulence, the pee-pee dance, the discovery of local chains (Loaf n’ Jug?)-all in the pursuit of the ecstasy of putting your feet down on a place you’ve never been before.
Landscape fills all the windows of the car. The big cameras are buried somewhere in the Mordor of the back of the van. My phone finds it’s way to the glass in a vain attempt to capture the fleeting scenes that I think are never going to end until gently the landscape shifts away to something different than what only seemed a few miles back.
or the sunshine that sweeps it all away.