Finishing Strong, Colorado Trail through Hiker

Surviving «Kingdom of Vaca»

When people tell you that segments 16-18 of the Colorado path are the worst, maybe you create them …? Yes, it consists mainly of long walks in the dry field where each water source is a lie. The cows are strangely appear in steep slopes in a forest or suck their calves right on the road and look at you as if you were out of place. Yes, true, cows: I am a right through Hiker, I am destined to be here. With all honesty, these segments were not so bad. They were not long enough to be so bad. We are not talking about weeks of this cow shit, they are just a couple of days, maybe less if you feel the hiker’s legs and aspire to a greater mileage. Voyager and I had our days of hiking longer, 24 and 27 miles, and we could walk and enjoy ourselves in general! We met new hikers from everywhere, such as Boston and the United Kingdom. We had an incredible magic of «Lumberjack» paths that fed us with the dogs of Chile, and «apple» that would happily have sent us carrying 5 liters of Gatorade and Soda. Perhaps walking through the open fields in the form of a ranch are not what people come to see on this path, but it was apart from the idealized western landscape that I appreciated. I don’t think the path is totally «red» without him.

Voyager Enjoy Chili Dog Trail Magic De Lumberjack about Sargent’s Mesa

Bear bait and the drastic appearance of the weather

Spending one night at Lake City was a delight! Imagine a spaghetti western movie where there is a shooting on the main street, and then enters one of the fronts of historical stores and gets the best almond croissant of your life. (It is also the only croissant almonds of my life, but that is neither here nor there). We had a great experience in one of the many recreational vehicle parks in the city that are extremely friendly with hikers and enjoyed hot showers and generous ice cream portions. I had a great cleaning to do, since I had an unfortunate amount of things in my package covered with bacon fat. It’s not great in an active bear area, let me tell you. One of my favorites

Trail Foods is a precooked bacon package, but the fat had melted in the heat of the «cow’s kingdom» and had leaked throughout my food bag, therefore, my hands, therefore, my shirt because, what else is there to clean my hands? If I still didn’t have a path of path, «Bear Bait» would have been too perfect. It was a piece of bacon to anything with my nose and was eager to wash me all In the city.

One of the most great things happened in Lake City, in a line similar to what I discussed in my previous publication about how coincident or circumstantial life can be on the way. I was in the small supermarket when I saw a woman who knew me. We had been known in Arkansas, but I hadn’t seen her in more than six years! She and her husband had been living in Lake City for the past five years and loved him, already rooted in the community. It was wonderful to catch up and continuously amazing to realize how small the world is.

We say goodbye to the beautiful city and begin what people referred to as the «best.» The sections between Lake City and Silverton are high, almost completely exposed, challenging and beautiful. «THE SAN JUANS! LOS SAN JUANS!» The choir of the men of pumps of Colorado shouts. We met with a couple of old faces of hikers and happily began the miles. All hikers who left Lake City were aware of a literal change in the weather. August had been incredibly dry and warm to us so far, but while we headed towards the highest point of the Colorado path, the prognosis had nothing more than thunderstorms for us throughout the week.

The highest point was inside a cloud, we couldn’t see anything!

Traveling down.

Voyager and I were discerned from the incoming gray clouds at the end of the afternoon of the first afternoon, but we went through a large tent place full of other hikers who had decided to call it one day. As long as we did not listen to thunder or see Lightning, we accepted the climate for what it was and we wanted to make a full day mileage. I can’t say what we walked was funBut I can tell you that it was epic. The rain fell, the wind blew, and soon I regretted not having brought gloves or a hat on this trip. I was doing cold, hands and feet. The adrenaline shot as we climbed higher. We walk to the highest point on the Colorado path (13,271 ‘) in a cloud. We saw very little because visibility in the middle of a cloud is not excellent, and yet it was still beautiful. The views we could see on the rainy days that came were absolutely impressive, but we also surprised the cold and wet at the same time. We had several of these adrenaline and wind pulsating walks in the next segments. In fact, they are epic, but when we were miserably forcing our limbs to move to stay hot and we could not stop to hydrate or eat properly, it is a kind of walk that we did not want to continue doing if we had the option. Do we have an option? Devils no!

Wet and bewildered to camp in a storm last night, we hooked the train in Silverton as many have recommended, and could not have been happier! What other path gives hikers the option of Steam fire? We determine not to be purists before so much fun and will jump only a small section of five miles of path to reach the city. Hyoh and all that, but I encourage anyone interested to court their own Choo Choo.

Is the hype still real?

Our last days of walking made some fantastic memories, but as I have promised, I have to be honest with all of you. This is probably what is most ashamed of this walk: I have no idea when we walk through the San Juan. Was it all the matter, Lake City A Durango? A piece of that? Was it just one day of walking or a complete segment? I still have no idea. People promoted us a lot for the mountains of San Juan and I can’t tell you if I even walked them or not. The final segments passed so fast and, despite the weather, the miles arrived so easily that it was confused about what I had heard during the last month. «The San Juans are super hard.» and «the San Juans are the most beautiful part of the path.» I don’t think it’s true either, and that leaves me a little disappointed. As much as I tried to have my own experience without much deep research, expectations or use Farout, it was still susceptible to the bombings of comments and talk of parrots of other hikers and local.

The alce adds to the majestic view near the Cataract lake.

I have realized that on huge trips like this, people mean how to feel. I do not want to make it sound as something inherently bad, and the Lord knows that I can be as guilty, but I realized that I prefer not to tell me what to wait unless I ask specifically. Many people ask, that is literally for what Faraout is, telling hikers what to expect, so I’m probably in a minority in this. Whether positive and optimistic, or negative and negative, any voluntary comment that tells me to prepare for whatever is ahead will be unpleasant. I prefer well -being or maybe a story of what they experienced personally, but you don’t find me on a way and say something in the sense of «He just expects, it is better than anything you have seen yet.«Let me be the judge of that. Maybe some of you can clarify what part of my spectacular walk was officially called the San Juans, but you probably will not listen too much about them … I can only say that I am proud to push for those latest segments in the climate we had and that I thought it was a beautiful press scene to finish!

August of the walk is official!

Our color of the Colorado path was remarkably fast. The weather finally clarified a bit allowing Voyager to be Cowboy Camp for the first time on our last night! We camped with friends and we could share stories and navigate for the feelings woven around our Colorado path comes successfully. We call all the hikers who had gone before us (not dead, but those who ended in front of us!) And all those who were still in our rearview vision.

Voyager and I stayed light and agile during the thirteen miles until the end, only briefly stopped at the top of our final path of path, and then at the rest of Gudy’s Rest, where we began to see the hikers of the weekend day. Day hikers! Many of them congratulated us and welcomed us to Durango! Less than a quarter of mile from the beginning of the path, two older local women and their giant St. Bernard, Annie. They gave us an endless amount of tips to hydrate, where to eat in the city and where to get the coveted peaches of Palisade perfectly mature at this time of year. They sent us for our last paths of path with our heads turning. As soon as we passed the sign, before we could turn to hug, a couple with a Beagle offered us a trip to the city. 31 days along the way and now a whirlwind in the last hour, such a fast hitch without even trying! We had to ask for time to take a final picture, but then we loaded in the back seat with a little beautiful beagle among us.

The sweet couple took us to the storage unit where my car was parked. I met with potassium (my Honda element) and I had to practice driving again with a couple of turns around the storage unit. Potassium is a standard and was definitely a bit rusty again moving again. Looking and seeing Voyager in my car was also a strange sensation. My hiking whistles and my Jasmyn world face each other in a fun way.

We conducted the center of Durango and began to do all the tasks, visits, exploring the city. It was not until we were decreasing the speed in the shelter that we really wrapped our heads around the idea that the path was In fact on. We still feel that we were only making a fast town stop to replenish, and that in the morning we would be hitting a thumb once again to return to the forest. Not so …

The fact that I was still with Voyager in the next few weeks was a comfort. My car was scheduled for expensive maintenance and we found ways to spend time by magic of paths in the terminal. We have to meet with our original family of trails again and say goodbye that made the difference. I hope to process my Colorado path through completely before establishing my next walk in October: the Arizona path.

I didn’t cry when I got to the end, I usually do it. I don’t feel that I have lost something that I can’t come back. I simply feel grateful for everything I have won on the way. The weather on the way and the people I met were all the gifts that gave me that I hope to be deserving. I think my future opportunities and addresses are very different from what I expected, and they are much better than I can imagine! The Colorado path has silently altered my life for the better and because of the unpredictable. Can I ask for more than that?

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