Colorado Trail Day 2
I awake at 5:45AM with my bladder about to burst. As I start rustling around, Any confides that she, “Had to poop all night.” When I return from calming my misused bladder, I see that Bryan is up an moving about too. Our campsite is a sopping wet mess! My poor tent is soaked, and Amy has slept in a way that seems to have forced it almost onto its side. It looks like it’s breaking laws of physics. Due to the extreme wet, and it being Bryan’s first morning to break things down, we don’t get walking until 7:30. Amy poops 3 times before we leave camp.
The morning is damp and cool. We get a few good views as we continue up the hill. Bryan finds a cool hat someone left behind, and decides to bring it along and clean up later. We joke about hoping it wasn’t used as last resort toilet paper. Soon it’s switchbacks all the way down. We run into a family of grouse, or trail chickens as I like to call them. Amy is feeling better as far as her blood pressure, but she’s has a blister that needs attention. We get that lanced and bandaged up before heading off again. As we descend towards the South Platte River is get warmer and warmer. At the river, we spread everything out to dry while we have lunch.
The next section is another long water carry uphill in a burn section. Attempting this in the afternoon heat would suck for me, but is probably a no go for Amy. I suggest that we take a long siesta and then hike a few more miles after dinner. They both agree, and I head off to find a shadier spot for us to relax in for the next several hours. I find a perfect spot on the other side of the river. We migrate over, and all 3 of us get a nap in. While Bryan is off at the restroom and Amy is still sleeping, I chat with another hiker who is checking out our perfect campsite. I tell he can have it, if we don’t get stuck here in another thundershower, but who knows.
Bryan and I wade into the river, and it’s freezing. We both sit down in it and laugh in cold pain. We see the guy who had to be helped by the EMTs yesterday. I sort of doubt he should be out here today, but that’s not my call. Another pair of hikers come by and ask about if we are leaving our campsite. Just as we decide to start cooking dinner, we hear the first thunder. We immediately start setting up our tents. I snap at Amy a few times because I’m annoyed with the situation and having a hard time not projecting that onto her. We make it into the tents just as the rain starts falling. I try to apologize, but I’m not sure she’s accepting just yet.
We naps bit during the thunderstorm, but it’s nowhere near as epic as last night’s. After about an hour it seems to be only drizzling. I check in with Amy who is being too hard in herself and not mad at me at all. Bryan and I decide to get out of our tents and cook dinner. His stove is being a little annoying, but we made it work (sort of). By the time dinner and cleanup is finished it’s barely raining at all. I suggest that we pack up and get going. To my surprise they listen to me.
By the time we break camp (again) it’s almost 7:30PM, and we start up another big climb. It’s beautiful out after the rain. This exposed section with its wildflowers and yucca remind me a lot of the desert section of the PCT. It’s humid out, but as we climb higher we get a nice breeze. Soon it gets dark enough to use our headlamps as we press on through the dark to a decent campsite. It’s still not as far as I want to go, but it’s a lot better than starting back at the bottom of the hill in the morning. Hopefully we can make up some extra miles tomorrow. Our campsite it super flat, which is lovely. I’ve staked out the rain fly just in case. Amy and Bryan both seem in good spirits. It’s already an hour past hiker midnight (9PM), and I’m pooped.
“Happy Day Bitch” -Random wall wisdom in my friend Lauren’s old crashpad