I started the Colorado path on the path of Waterton Canyon, the Denver end of the path of the path, in early August.
Boarding in this popular through life has caused people to leave wood, with excited expectations and experiences, with stories, fears and all the hype. Who was talking to me, the message was clear: the CT is the best, walking it and will be an explosion from beginning to end.
The state of Colorado also seems to have the greatest advertising around it. I think Stoke and Hype are a currency of the place. I am in positivity, but due to all this accumulation and what everyone says that everyone says it will be the best thing that has happened to me, since my mother gave me life, I can only feel a bit guilty of ignoring most of their talk.
I want to take this bull by the horns and realize that it is actually an alce, if you understand me. I want to face one of the most popular paths in the United States and be quite ignorant. I have not downloaded the Farout package for the CT, nor do I know when I will, if ever. Instead, I obtained the most practical little Databook (thank you Bitler!) For the bullet points, and I will take the rest of the road as it comes.
Until now it is working quite well …
Almost hit to the other life
I walked away from the friend of the angel of my path for the life that left me to the TH Around 1 pm I was occasionally spraying with thunder occasionally rolling in the distance. Despite the weather, the cannon was flat and busy with cyclists and fishermen, but I didn’t see any other hiker like me.
I saw a whole herd of Bighorn sheep, mostly women, including a complete nursery of adorable children. (Children as in baby sheep). They were adorable even when they jumped and ran on the shelves above, which caused the rocks and debris raining on the dirt road. What an incredible encounter in my first two miles!
Within my first seven miles, I was out of the cannon, walking in the thick and steep pine forest. A worried mountain motorcyclist happens to me and warns about two large sheep that has just seen on the path, tells me to be careful. I tell you thanks and walk with eyes and ears alert. I sing a song out loud so that what you have to go out there is arriving.
Too bad sheep do not sing to let me know that they They are dating … from nowhere that is close to me through the trees there is a massive ram. Imagine the symbol of the RAM truck that is executing you in the flesh.
I remember all the signs of wildlife in the cannon on how to handle the encounters with sheep. First you are supposed to keep two from the bus away from them. This ram was less than twenty feet away. So I went to the following suggestions on the list. I backed into a panic almost sliding back from the path. I put my hands on my head to see him big, and shouted him to stop and go back.
He paused for a moment enough for me to take his heavy horns, strong shoulders, yellow eyes and understand that he was at his mercy. He moved to me again to the edge of the slope of the path, not ten feet of me. I moved until my pack was against a tree and I knew that I was caught. If he came after me, he was dead. I imagined that my guts spilled, they broke me in half, and yet I severely lifted my hands and shouted again.
Somehow, he seemed to change his mind about that I took my head from the mountain towards the other life. He ran parallel to me from left to right and ran along the way behind me. I don’t stop to thank you. Aloquecí, I climbed the curves knowing in the background how close to death. I picked up a great rock and took it for almost two miles, fearing that I could meet the second single who had spoken. I never did, but my paranoia was high.
I had cried the first mountain of the Colorado path and spent a commemorative bank at the top, and I wondered if being killed by a Bighorn would give me a good bank. I had dropped my defensive rock and went downhill when I heard the increasingly shattered sound of a rattle.
I left a few meters back to see that I had almost stepped on a rattlesnake. Not only was he stretched along the path, as sometimes they are, but he was also in the middle of a deep throat squirrel. Although my nerves were absolutely destroyed at this point, I felt bad for the little boy. Both little boys, I suppose. The Mock was no longer from this world, but the snake food had interrupted at a very inconvenient moment. I apologized, but I had an intensity on the path to avoid it. Once on the other side, I looked back and the scared snake had spit their food to take a defensive tracheteage coil. Caray, I felt so bad, but at least, the excluded squirrel, we were all alive and shaken.
I continued camping at 7:30 pm in South Platte River, after having walked 17 miles for my first day on the road. I would like to tell you how strong and brave I felt, but to be honest, I was paranoid of everything in the forest until I reached the river where there were many other hikers. In addition to fear animals, I also saw three things of chicken from Urogallo/ Faisán/ Forest, hummingbirds and mule deer. Everyone scared the shit. I can laugh now, but I desperately called the skies «Thank you, but this is enough for the first day, I think!» Colorado is fucking wild.
You have done spaghetti …
In the first days I arrived at a small group of hikers who have kept me in a wonderful company. Our daily mileage extends from 17 to 20 depending on the general sensation, and made my first hundred miles in the incredibly satisfactory CT.
Georgia Pass came and came out like the wind bursts that blew us there. We fulfilled our bodies burned by the sun in the cold streams, and gimmos and gimmos together around the afternoon camps.
One of our group has a fun saying: «Slow and constant obtains the spaghetti.» It murmurs while walking on particularly challenging terrain. It makes me laugh so much that I can’t breathe for some reason. I bring it to everyone because that hard laugh is exactly why.
I give myself permission to laugh until I cry and be silly when I am walking. It comes from me so easily when I am «whistles» on a road. I love to find people who foster that spirit in me, and Trail always seems to gather those same people.
I am grateful for my first CT Trail family, even when I can be pressing ahead of them soon. I hope you continue walking on your own enjoyment and self -discovery as I will!
The exaggeration is real!
Colorado is incredible, but everyone already knows. I am seeing it for myself with such an open and impartial mind as I can gather. I will be honest with the good, the bad and the things that I never want my mother to know.
After a while and some miles!
Whistles
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