Leah and I got coffee before we left against Hannah's advice. Double shot lattes. I knew I was hydrated so I wasn't worried about that but I hadn't thought about the altitude.
We drove the beautiful one hour drive to the snowy range across rolling hills that I think of when I think of Wyoming, with cows and deer and ranches and wild flowers and the mountains in the background. These are lower, wider, flatter and less rocky than the flint hills. The sky and clouds were amazing. We drove through a tiny mountain town, Centennial, then up into the mountains and along beautiful, clear tree lined lakes.
We parked and got situated and started up. Kent carried our water, hannah carried our lunch and put Professor in her pack. Sierra, Kent's dog tagged along. She kep running ahead and back and checked on us. She loved the snow, rolled in it in delight.
Kent and Hannah are used to hiking and they are beasts! Leah admitted later that it was hard for her, too, but she quietly hiked. Though it was hard for me, I don't regret it and I truly enjoyed every minute of it. It was an adventure and growth experience.
The first 20 feet right off the bat I was sure I would die. My heart rate skyrocketed and I couldn't get my breath. Kent must have anticipated this and stopped to check on us. After a short rest, I got my wind and off we went.
The very first part is switchback through rocky meadows and trees and then eventually out of the trees and across some snowy patches and wet grounds. This was the easy part. We went a good pace with lots of stops and water breaks. When I got pretty fatigued about 3/4 of the way up, we stopped for a snack. As I laid down, the whole world was spinning. Snacking helped and on we went.
We eventually reached a part where we had to scramble over huge boulders next to each other. Kent just hopped along like they were nothing. I had to pause frequently to plan my next few steps since my legs were tired and it was difficult when I'd step onto a precarious rock at a slant to get to other flatter rocks. But I did it and eventually we reached the top!
The top is always great. It is so beautiful up there! We ate lunch and took pictures and rested.
First, we headed down a fairly steep snowy berm. It was slippery in my tennies and every now and then, my foot would sink in pretty far. Once, it sunk in all the way up to my crotch. So there I was with one foot all the way out and one foot all the way sunk. It was a scary feeling but I got out.
Then came more giant boulders with no end in sight. It was fine but took lots of leg strength for my already exhausted legs. Then it started to get a lot more difficult. I kept having the experience of feeling stranded with no options in all four directions to turn other than precarious steps on slanted or far apart boulders. I had to sit and scoot and reach over and over. The kids went on ahead and I couldn't see them. At one point, I had started to feel sort of panicky and I looked up and realized that it was going to get steeper as we went down these crazy boulders. I started breathing hard and crying. Hannah saw me and the kids headed back toward me. Kent went back the way we came and spoke to another hiker ( we only saw two people up that high) and found out we were off the trail. The other trail down, however, was a long, deep snowy section that was also steep. So this meant we had to go back the way we came! Across the boulders and back up the step snow bank! On the way up, I had to put my hand up so I couldn't see the view, sort of like when you are reading in the car and block the view so you don't get carsick.
We got back to the top, up and over, and got through the boulder section and back the way we came. People think the way up a mountain is hard, but the opposite is true. It takes completely different muscles to go down, on already exhausted legs. My ankles were pretty fried from all the rocks, Large and small. But it was still beautiful. Kent walked much of it with me and we had a great talk. He was very patient. The only other panicky moment was when on a snowy part, my foot sunk in deep and got jammed between two rocks. It hurt and I had to dig it out of the snow with my hands.
Overall, I loved this, the beauty, the clean, quiet air, the adventure and camaraderie. I think next time we'd better take a little easier hike.




























