CDT + GDT: Grand Lake To Steamboat Springs – Follow a path, any path

Reference 13 | Grand Lake A Steamboat Springs

Day 53, 17.8 miles.

This morning I had such a big breakfast in Sagebrush this morning that I did not eat again until 2:30 pm I asked the manager how much the Grand Lake is obtained, and he said: 3 to 5. feet? I asked. No, hundreds of inches. That is 25 to 41 feet or 8-14 meters of snow. It is not surprising that the area is called Wory Summer Wilderness. Gary took me back to the road and made a cut through a burns area that jumped 20 miles in the Rocyan Mountain National Park because with snow and elevation, it is not likely to advance in one day and need a canned can to camp during the night.

I have half a post. I will look for sticks again. The greatest damage could have been in my electronics: a battery package died and only one port is working on the other. Once again, I need to reach the stable dry path and reach the city. There was hail and thunder while ascending to Bowen Pass, so I hid in some trees under my canvas for a moment. Then I heard some human voices. I called but nobody answered. Later, on the crest, I saw three undeniably human figures and my motivation went through the roof. I had to find them. I continued its clues along a dirt road covered in vision of the path, then I lost them and finally prepared the camp. I felt quite deflated, so when a drizzle started, my canvas stopped and I didn’t bother to configure it. I hope you can make things charge tomorrow or I will have to rescue on the next road.

Day 54, 21.9 miles.

Normally I like to walk in the cross -country without a path. There is a certain freedom, as if you had erased the last limit between you and nature. But lately I spent a lot of time bushwhacking and climbing over Deadfall off trail. It seems that even when I try to take the main red line of CDT, I can’t really walk along the way. I spent the morning opening my way through a route along a very covered dirt road that I was using to avoid snow high. I decided to reduce the rest of the Slide alternative. If I’m not going to walk on the CDT, I could also take a route that I can really follow. I found yesterday’s three hikers, but they said they have been walking a lot, so I had not seen their traces before, and they were leaving the snow and taking road roads to Steamboat Springs. So I’m still alone. Slide’s substitute followed a dirt road and then took a path along a stream through a burning area to connect with the CDT in Haystack MTN. There was a lot of fall to navigate, but I’m glad to have finished on a dirt path.

Day 55, 19.6 miles.

I have been harassed by mosquito clouds during the last days. As soon as I stop, they begin to nibble any accessible skin: the edge of my ear or the part of my hair. I can’t shake them. The thaw left stagnant water everywhere so that they are everywhere. I spent most of the day walking on the crest between snow patches. Slide’s track in the snow is very melted so you know that snow is disappearing rapidly. But for now he is still here. At one point, the path immersed himself in the valley and rises again. I could see snow in the valley, so I decided that I would try to walk along the crest. But the crest was covered with trees, so there was still a lot of snow on the crest, and I had to navigate to miles. It was very slow, and I began to run out of water on the crest and I had to melt the snow in my sun’s bladder in the sun. I have approximately half a liter in this way. Finally, I connected with the CDT in the chair and walked through snow patches on a dirt road along the crest until it left the pines to Los Alamos. The snow disappeared and the mosquitoes returned. Now it is at the point where I stop for some reason, I have to leave in their place so that they cannot land on my legs and bite myself. I should have sent my protection against insects before, but I will have to survive until then.

Day 56, 19.9 miles in Steamboat Springs.

I spent all day walking along the roads when the path left the front of Colorado. First I walked along a dirt road, then on the roads. There was a record of hikers on the road and the first page I opened was the page where my friend Miró signed last year! I was definitely glad to be out of the snow, although for my tenth mile on the road I was hungry for some new landscapes. I spent much of the day walking through a swampy stream under the road and looking at the spike wire fence to try to see where I could cut to access the water. The swamp was home to many birds, many of which I had never seen before. Finally I found a place where I could climb the fence for the water. There were many dead bees along the road. I found one that was still fighting and missing a leg. I moved it to the grass. I think he will still die, but at least he can have the dignity of dying between the flowers and not along the way. I got hooked on the path of rabbit rabbits directly to the supermarket where I took a paper towel shower and wash some things and bought dinner. I had most of a roast chicken and a salad, then I walked to the edge of the city to the camp after dusk because a site in the camp cost $ 68.

A large blue garza in flight, seen from the road

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