tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172142754391678412024-03-05T04:34:30.122-07:00Colorado LifestyleOutdoors Coloradosylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.comBlogger432125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-4473235926651712352022-02-02T14:13:00.025-07:002022-02-02T15:47:19.230-07:00North Rock Creek Snowshoe<p>Distance: 4 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 9,180 ft to 9,780 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 600 ft<br />Dogs: Off leash until the wilderness boundary</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/lc_LQVc8-hI" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>
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North Rock Creek, near Silverthorne, CO is in the lesser-used area and is one of the many trails that head west from Highway 9 and into the Eagles Nest Wilderness. With a little bit of everything, it has a lot to offer. There are sweeping views of Ptarmigan Peak and Old Baldy to the east, some huge Aspen groves, an expansive meadow, and lot of “peak”-a-boos to the west. For both the snowshoer and the skier, this trail is very easy. There are a couple of short hills to ascend, but nothing major. If you are new to snowshoeing, give this one a try.<br /></p>
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To start, head up Rock Creek Road, a plowed road right across from the Blue River Campground on Highway 9. The plowed section ends right before the large switchback you see on the topo map. There is medium-sized plowed parking area on the left marked by a sign that says Rock Creek Trailhead. Don’t be confused here. The road actually heads sharply up behind this parking area while a more prominent spur road continues due west. This road is not on the map, so it may easily be confused with the main route. It dead-ends shortly at a gate for some private homes.<br />
<br />After a series of switchbacks, the trail straightens out and heads due west. The first mile is open and filled with young Aspens. </p><p>There are several easy milestones on this trail to keep you aware of your distance. It is 1.5 miles from the winter parking area to the summer trailhead. 0.1 miles beyond that is the boundary for the Eagles Nest Wilderness. 0.3 miles beyond the wooden wilderness sign is the intersection with the Gore Range Trail, which is prominently marked by another wooden sign. We always take a group of novice snowshoers out early in the season. In the past, we have chosen <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/peru-creek-snowshoe.html">Peru Creek</a> for its wide road and easy grade. Rock Creek may supplant Peru Creek because of it constant rewards. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-51315957014095450212022-02-02T14:11:00.001-07:002022-02-02T14:11:29.894-07:005 reasons to snowshoe Mayflower Gulch this winter. Number 4 is for badasses.Mayflower Gulch near the Copper Mountain Ski Resort is by far one of the best snowshoes in Colorado and it is within an easy drive of five major ski resorts. Here are five reasons you should not pass up this phenomenal adventure:<br />
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While most people get to Mayflower Gulch by snowshoeing up the well traveled road through the trees, in years when there is plenty of snow, you can travel up the open valley to the left of the road. This adventure will take you over buried willow shrubs and around rock formations with a never ending view of the mountains ahead. Going "up the gut" will make you grin. People pay big bucks for this sort of thing. <br />
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Mayflower is free, accessible, and close to what matters</h3>
Unlike Vail Pass with its ridiculous winter fees, Mayflower Gulch is totally free. There is a large parking lot at the trailhead that can hold a hundred Subaru Outbacks plus the odd RV. Only seven miles up Hwy 91 from Copper Mountain, it is also close to Frisco, Silverthorne, Keystone and Breckenridge. Talk about bang for the buck!<br />
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Whipped cream snow, crenelated peaks, and post card blue skies</h3>
The snow in Mayflower Gulch is special. I don't know if it is the wind, the sun, or just magic but the snow always seems to drape the surrounding features like globs of Cool Whip. You will want to eat it, wear it, and otherwise frolic in it. It is just so damned precious. Add to this an amphitheater with jagged peaks beneath high-altitude darkened blue skies and you have a winter tableau worth a million bucks!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whipped cream anyone?</td></tr>
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"Cornice of the buried dead"</h3>
On the right hand side of the bowl is a large snowfield over which hangs a cornice formed by the persistent winds blowing north from Leadville and Colorado's highest peak, Mt. Elbert. This cornice is big, bad, and nasty. It persists well into the spring but in winter creates the ultimate skiers challenge. I have observed the hearty stomping on it before launching themselves, their screams of joy only mildly dampened by the surrounding peaks. I have slogged up and over this cornice to wonder and the layers of mountains in the distance. Are you bad ass enough to try it. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cornice</td></tr>
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A back bowl of waist deep snow will make your cardiologist proud</h3>
It is only a short two miles from the parking lot to the ruins of the old Boston mine, which sits at the bottom of the gulch. Most folks stop here and sip spiked drinks from steaming thermoses. The fit can continue on towards the back bowl, however and earn bragging rights. There is trail around the right...a road in summer, that ends at a two-story mining ruin. Skiers often take that route. I am fond of slogging straight up the hill to the left. The snow is deep...which is great for return tumbles and face plants. On the way up however, you might just exhibit a gasp or two. The Boston Mine sits at 11,500 ft, after all, an altitude likely to remind you that doing turns at Keystone is not the same as conquering this mountaineering StairMaster. <br />
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Vital Statistics</h3>
Distance: 3.4 miles round trip to the Boston Mine, 6 miles round trip to Gold Hill <br />
Elevation: 10,996 ft -11,520 ft (Boston Mine) – 11,980 ft (Gold Hill).<br />
Elevation Gain: 580 ft to the Boston Mine, 1,040 ft total to Gold Hill<br />
Dogs: Off leash<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Tags: #snowshoe #winterwonderland #BYO2 #photographersparadise #yehsnow<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mining ruins and the crenelated spires of Mayflower Gulch.</td></tr>
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-79588809180975665492021-06-17T14:29:00.001-06:002022-03-01T14:32:35.050-07:00Old Man's Whiskers
Old Man's Whisker (<i>Geum triflorum pursh</i>), also known as Praire Smoke or Long Plumed Purple Avens, grows in large colonies in moist to dry woodland areas. While mostly a prairie flower, it has been growing en masse in the high country this year (2015). It starts out as a pod that hangs downward, but when in full bloom, turns upwards emitting a thousand tentacles. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Early stage of Old Man's Whiskers</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The whiskers start to appear.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Tentacles anyone?</i></b></span></td></tr>
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0Colorado, USA39.5500507 -105.782067411.239816863821154 -140.93831740000002 67.860284536178852 -70.6258174tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-73024983973689232502018-07-10T09:51:00.000-06:002018-07-10T09:52:42.894-06:00The WaveDistance: 5.5 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 4,875 ft - 5,200 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 325 ft (net) 730 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes, with emergency water<br />
Dogs: Off leash, but NO water<br />
Special Permit Required: Daily lottery <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>The Wave is one of the most sought after destinations in the American Southwest. That divot on the right side is purported to be a dinosaur "slide". </b></i></span></td></tr>
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A hike to THE WAVE in northern Arizona's Paria Canyon/Vermillion Cliffs Wilderness is an improbable and totally unforgettable journey to one of the most photographed places in the American West. You can't just go there, however, you have to win a daily lottery (<a href="http://www.blm.gov/az/st/en/arolrsmain/paria/coyote_buttes/permits.html#lottery" target="_blank">official link on how to enter</a>) for one of the 10 walk-in or 10 online slots allowed each day. People try for years and never get in. We won two walk-in slots on our second try.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Heading up the wash into Buckskin Gulch</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The walk-in lottery is held at the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) visitor's center in Kanab, Utah every morning between 0900 and 0930. You show up before the lottery, fill out a permit request, and then hang out with 100 or more other hopeful souls while bingo balls twirl enticingly in a bin. Everyone's attention is glued to that wheel. Around and around, the numbers of destiny whirl.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Turn off, now marked with a sign</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking east after cresting the first hill</i></b></span></td></tr>
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Having done this a million times, the rangers know how to work the anxious crowd. They told tales of past winners, all of whom had good karma going for them. They helped others fill out their forms. They did not lock anyone in the bathroom. They were just driving by. They did not bring any permit money. Ennui, nonchalance, and "I won't win" are the attitudes that allow the stars to align. The probability of winning is so low that winners often need respiratory assistance.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Heading towards the saddle</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking northeast from the saddle. It is barren country.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The exhilaration of winning is quickly over because immediately thereafter the rangers provide an unnerving "come to Jesus" lecture about how unlikely it is you will ever return from the Wave. They look you in the eye, assess your abilities, and pointedly ask..."will I be having to find and drag your desiccated carcass out of back country tomorrow?" Most lie and say "Oh No!" Like anyone is going to give up their once in a life time spot! <br />
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Why the drama? The route to the Wave is over terrain most never experience. It is vast, barren, hot, disorienting, and downright deadly under certain conditions. Additionally, the Rangers see people with little or no hiking or desert experience. Even experienced hikers can get lost in the seemingly endless rock formations that lead to the Wave. There was one near and two actual fatalities in 2013. This promoted that installation of a few signs. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Most of the route is across rock.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The rangers do provide a brochure showing the route with pictures but emphasize that getting back is not easy even with pictures and the new signs. If you have a GPS, bring it. If you have a map and compass, bring that too. If you have neither, consider hiring a guide in Kanab. It was true, getting back was not easy and we had a GPS track to follow. The terrain looks the same in all directions. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Heading towards the Twin Buttes</span></i></b></td></tr>
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The trailhead to The Wave is located down House Rock Valley Road (BLM Road 1065), which can be accessed from the north 38 miles out of Kanab, Utah or from the south 13.5 miles out of Jacob Lake, Arizona. Unless it has recently rained, the northern route is preferred. While this road is passable with a passenger car, having a 4x4 will increase your chances of getting there. Only a little rain can turn the road into a harrowing luge run.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Towering sand dunes</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The trailhead for the Wave also serves Buckskin Gulch, which is a good alternative outing if you don't win the lottery. The route crosses the road and then enters the river bed that is the entrance to the gulch. 0.5 miles up, the route leaves the river bed and ascends a small rocky hill. From there the route travels across a wide, shrub covered valley. Directly ahead is the sandstone ridge that is so difficult to cross on the return trip. The small saddle that marks the best crossing point is very obvious from this side but not so obvious from the other.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Walking across this rock is like being grilled to death.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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After crossing the saddle, the route is sloped and filled with conical hoodoos, the remnants of prehistoric sand dunes. Route finding is necessary since there are no cairns and only a couple of recently added signs that get easily lost from view.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking down into the final sand-filled valley. The Wave is up the cliff straight ahead.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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Eventually, the route leaves the firm sandstone and descends into a broad sandy valley dotted with the occasional Cottonwood. The Wave is located across this valley and up the cliff face beyond. It is quite the sandy scramble to get into the entrance to the Wave and there is no best way to approach it. The occasional zigzag, upwards lunge, and sandy slide are all required.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Inside the Wave</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The entrance to the Wave is like entering a canyon. The walls tower on either side and unique striated rock patterns begin immediately. The famous photograph of the Wave is taken after walking through the entrance, through the Wave itself and up a rock amphitheater on the other side. It is not uncommon to see a queue of people lining up to take pictures with some hogging the interior. After seeing this, I understood why BLM limits the number of daily permits to twenty total (10 online, 10 walk-in).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking down on the Wave from just slightly above</i></b></span></td></tr>
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While the Wave itself is otherworldly and incredibly photogenic, there are other areas in and around that should be explored. Fossilized dinosaur tracks have been recorded on the way to and near the Wave and scenic vistas abound.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The Wave is actually just part of a series of large dunes.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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Morning is the best time to photograph the Wave, since it is still in shadow. This is a good thing since the hike is a dry, hot affair even at 50 degrees. All that rock retains heat and radiates it back to the foolish mammals that dare to walk where only "thunder lizards" have walked before. I can't image what it would feel like at 100 degrees. No one should take this hike lightly.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The exit to the west, which leads to some stellar views.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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One of the rangers expressed their amazement at how much allure the Wave holds for people. She thought there were prettier, more remote places on Earth, but none seem to hold the mystic of the Wave. It is included in most screen savers or nature calendars. It is profiled in travel magazines and listed amongst the 500 places you should visit before you die.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Standing outside the Wave proper to the west. </i></b></span></td></tr>
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I think the BLM has created half of this mystic with their visitor restrictions. There is something about human nature that drives us to want what only a few can have. The other half of the mystic comes from visitors who return from the Wave with pictures that race around social media and the internet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Hiking above the Wave. The colors change to a lighter yellow. </i></b></span></td></tr>
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Personally, I was mesmerized by sitting in the warm cocoon of the Wave's smooth solidity. It was like being snuggled by Mother Nature while being dazzled by color and pattern. The size and age of the Earth are hard to grasp. Sitting in one small place where so long ago the same sun had warmed the same sand, made it all seem so much more tangible. Who knows. It was if nothing else wickedly cool!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Water often collects in pockets around the area.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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Proposed Lottery Changes (July 2015):<br />
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The BLM has issued a draft business plan containing changes to the Coyote Buttes permit system. Permits for ten people per day would be issued via an on-line semi-annual lottery. One lottery would be held on December 1st for the months of January-June, and one on June 1st for July-December. Lottery applications would be accepted during the two months prior to the lottery date. The semi annual lottery would go live for the July-December 2016 period. The walk-in lottery would be replaced by an on-line lottery held two days in advance of the permit date. Permit for ten people per day would be issued via this two day lottery. The two day lottery would go live March 15, 2016. This will fundamentally change the user experience. <br />
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-39091742708481867002018-03-31T08:18:00.000-06:002018-03-31T08:18:11.381-06:00Cub LakeDistance: 5 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 8,120 ft - 8,625 ft <br />
Elevation Gain: 503 ft (net), 640 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Dogs: No (National Park)<br />
Date Hiked: 21 July 2012<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Cub Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park is known for its Lily Pads</span></b></i></td></tr>
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Cub Lake is a short but scenic hike in the middle of Rocky Mountain National Park. It is popular because it is lower in elevation, has minimal elevation gain, and ends at a sleepy mountain lake filled with Lilly Pads and waterfowl.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Standing on the bridge looking at the Big Thompson River</span></b></i></td></tr>
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I ended up on this trail recently because a friend from Florida came into town and I needed an easy, close to Denver, hike. Originally, I was going to take her to <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-lake.html" target="_blank">Dream Lake</a>, but on this date Bear Lake Road was under construction and getting into the park was an exercise in herd dynamics and getting to Bear Lake Trailhead with a couple hundred of my "closest friends" was more than I could stomach. The bus to Cub Lake was practically empty. Even when RMNP is not under construction, this pattern holds. Cub Lake, while far from empty, will be significantly less crowded than other places in the park. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Early trail segment through scrub and Ponderosa Pine</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Looking out into Moraine Park</span></b></i></td></tr>
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To get to Cub Lake turn off of Bear Lake Road on to Moraine Park Rd (dirt passable by a passenger car) and head west. You'll pass the Moraine Park Campground entrance before reaching the trailhead for. There is only parking here for a dozen or so cars so be advised. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The trail turns westward and slowly begins to climb</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Closer to the lake, the flora changes to Spruce, fern and Aspen. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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The trail heads north and crosses the Big Thompson River on a nice metal bridge. In this dry year, the river was barely flowing, but that did not stop families with small children from frolicing in the water. After the bridge, the trail weaves in and out of some interesting rock formations along the western edge of Moraine Park, a large grass filled meadow that dominates this part of the park. In the fall this meadow will be filled with a flash mob of elk dancing in their annual rite of species renewal. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">After around 1.7 miles, the trail becomes steeper, rockier, and more shaded. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Aspens and ferns make lingering on this segment pleasant, particularly on a hot summer day. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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In half a mile the trail winds around to the right and heads westward. A less than obvious junction with the South Lateral Moraine Trail, which heads back towards Bear Lake Rd, also marks the general area. From this point on, the trail slowly gains altitude as it skirts the edge of a ridge overlooking a small valley filled with ponds, lush brush, Aspen, and Spruce and Fir. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">You won't be alone at Cub Lake</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Yellow flower from the Water Lily (Nuphar polysepala). This plant has large green leaves that float on top of the water of shallow, muddy ponds. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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Around 1.7 miles, the trail becomes much steeper as it ascends the final pitch to the lake. This segment is rocky but shaded by numerous Aspen that would make this trail lovely in the fall. At just past two miles is a spur to a backcountry camp. The lake itself comes into view at 2.5 miles. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The author, foreground, and her friend Christine sunbath on their very own rock at Cub Lake.</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">We observed this Garter Snake (Thamnophis elegans) swim from leaf to leaf. While a common terrestial inhabitant of the park, I did not know they also enjoyed the water. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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Long and narrow, Cub Lake is covered in Lily Pads and there were at least 5 species of ducks that were cruising the southern shore. Along the northern shore is a series of large boulders and small clumps of people were perched, marmot-like, on each one. The cacophony of chatter was at times unnerving but in the park, you have to get used to your fellow humans.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Clouds reflected in the lake</span></i></b></td></tr>
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We lingered on our rock for quite a while and several female Mallards came cruising by within inches of us, totally unaffected by our presence. After a while we got back on the trail and headed an additional 0.2 miles to a higher lookout that provides a great view of the lake from above. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Heading upwards for a view of the lake from above</span></b></i></td></tr>
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If interested the hiker can continue heading west until the trail intersects with the Fern Lake Trail another 2 miles, and considerable elevation gain, further on. From that junction the hiker can either return to the trailhead via trail/road or take another deter to <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/bear-lake-to-odessa-lake-to-moraine.html" target="_blank">Fern Lake</a> itself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Map of the area showing the flat Moraine Meadow and Cub Lake </span></i></b></td></tr>
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It has been years since I have hiked to Cub Lake and I was surprised at how inviting the experience was. The numerous people we passed was a slight deterrent, but the scenery and ease of access easily compensated for it.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-77977864110979418732018-01-07T08:13:00.002-07:002022-02-02T14:10:28.508-07:00North Trail Snowshoe (Red Sandstone Road West)Distance: 4 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 8,240 ft - 9,040 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 800 ft (net) 919 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Dogs: On leash but many off<br />
Tags: #snowshoe, #winter, #coloradooutdoors, #vail<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">A typical segment on the North Trail...this time looking back to the east and a hillside covered with Aspens. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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North Trail, across the valley from the Vail Ski Resort, is 11.5 miles long but with parking lots interspersed every 3 to 4 miles, you can easily break it up into segments. On this trip we started at the parking lot on Red Sandstone Road and headed west. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Map of the entire North Trail</span></b></i></td></tr>
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In all honesty we did not even know that this trail existed until we decided to try and snowshoe up Red Sandstone Road out of Vail. In looking at the trail map we noticed North Creek and ended stopping at the trailhead on our way up just out of curiosity. When we discovered that Red Sandstone Road was 100% snowmobiles, as evidenced by the caravan of trucks and trailers parked all along the road, we decided to try the North Trail instead. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Looking south on an early switchback </span></b></i></td></tr>
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This segment of the North Trail switchbacks and switchbacks up the north side of Vail Valley in an seemingly endless procession. In fact the switchbacks are really only about a mile and the views of Vail are rather revealing. At 1.5 miles the trail entered a beautiful and extensive Aspen Grove (fall hike anyone?) that is deep within a quiet crenelation further from the noise of I-70. For a short hike this would make a suitable destination although there was no place to sit down. We decided to continue for another half mile to see where the trail led and ended up eating lunch on a nice log protruding from the snow with views of Mt. Holy Cross to the south and the Gore Range to the east. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The view from an upper switchback</span></i></b></td></tr>
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It was obvious from the well packed trail that this route is popular with the locals. Because of the steepness, and narrowness of the route, we wore our Microspikes, which had all the grip we needed. Do not attempt this trail without some sort of gripping footwear or you will slide down the hillside faster than a gold-medal winning toboggan team!<br />
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While not a wilderness experience, this trail was fun and practically balmy on a sunny day. We saw only two people the entire time. I will have to check this trail out in the fall. Note that the trail is closed from April 15th - June 15th for wildlife preservation. <br />
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-22368600789010249422017-12-15T06:00:00.000-07:002017-12-15T06:00:10.304-07:00Lily LakeDistance: 0.9 mile loop<br />
Elevation: 8,930 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: none<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Dogs: No, National Park<br />
Date Hiked: 7 July 2013<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6xp-Xvuq9pnA9DENKykz7GecnGzAGxNVvWFaLwfmE3rv9uX23nRB-alYPCzyCCWZTeneg88nJxgDLkV29C5Jsha6EUqnuP8lhXKPXZIjtRhKKHchOg2X7y_7B4_Tp2fgs1whz3S86U63/s1600/lilly_lake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Lilly Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park is a short 0.9 mile stroll around a beautiful mountain lake that is suitable for older parents or small children" border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6xp-Xvuq9pnA9DENKykz7GecnGzAGxNVvWFaLwfmE3rv9uX23nRB-alYPCzyCCWZTeneg88nJxgDLkV29C5Jsha6EUqnuP8lhXKPXZIjtRhKKHchOg2X7y_7B4_Tp2fgs1whz3S86U63/s400/lilly_lake1.jpg" title="Lilly Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Lily Lake with Mt. Meeker, Long's Peak, and <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/estes-cone.html" target="_blank">Estes Cone </a>in the background</span></b></i> </td></tr>
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Lily Lake on the outskirts of Rocky Mountain National Park is a handicapped accessible stroll filled with views of Long's Peak, <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/estes-cone.html" target="_blank">Estes Cone</a>, and <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-sisters.html" target="_blank">Twin Sisters</a>. Suitable for families and older folks, I took my parents there and was agog at the baby ducklings, swooping Peregrine Falcons, and fluffy blue clouds. Just lovely.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Looking up at Lily Ridge, which is not in the park. There is a 1.7 mile trail that ascends the ridge.</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2010/10/golden-mantled-ground-squirrel.html" target="_blank">Golden-mantled Ground Squirrels</a> are always willing to pose for the camera. Just don't feed them!</span></b></i></td></tr>
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While Lily Lake won't get your heart rate up, it will put you in a contemplate mood. From the numerous oil painters lining the shore and fishermen floating on their pontoons, it was obvious that others felt the same way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">A log bench allows for repose along route. <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-sisters.html" target="_blank">Twins sisters</a> soars in the background. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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You get to Lily Lake from Highway 7 at the <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-sisters.html" target="_blank">Twin Sisters</a> Trailhead. There is a small parking lot at the lake itself and a larger one for <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-sisters.html" target="_blank">Twin Sisters</a> across the street. Cars whip by at bone crunching speed so be careful crossing the road. We arrived at 10:00 am and a half a hour later both lots and all the slots along the road were filled. Who were these people? Lilly Lake is not exactly in the main part of the park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The smooth, gravel trail is suitable for all abilities.</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">These Mallard ducklings were a hit as they drifted near the shore.</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">One of the many painters we saw.</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-36990531032513058292017-11-04T09:18:00.000-06:002017-11-04T09:18:36.095-06:00Doudy Draw to Springbrook LoopDistance: 5 miles round trip <br />
Elevation: 5,670 ft - 6,246 ft <br />
Elevation Gain: 576 ft<br />
Dogs: Doudy Draw (Voice & Sight), northern Springbrook (on leash), southern Springbrook (not allowed)<br />
Bathroom at the Trailhead: Yes<br />
Date Hiked: 3 May 2014<br />
Tags: #Boulder, #osmp, #hiking<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Flatirons viewed from the Doudy Draw Trail</span></i></b></td></tr>
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South of Boulder near Eldorado Canyon State Park are a series of open space trails that wander serenely through the hills west of Highway 93. In spring, the grassy knolls and Ponderosa Pine covered mesas are filled with <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/04/western-meadowlark.html" target="_blank">Meadowlarks</a>, <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/06/mule-deer.html" target="_blank">Mule Deer</a>, and giddy Boulderites competing to get one of the few parking spaces at the trailheads.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Starting out on the Doudy Draw Trail. The first half mile is graded dirt. </i></b></span></td></tr>
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On this trip we started at the Doudy Draw Trailhead on Eldorado Springs Drive (Highway 170), hiked up Doudy Draw to the Springbrook Loop, and followed that loop on the north side (dogs are not allowed on the south side) until the intersection with the Goshawk Trail for an out and back outing. Folks with no dogs can do the entire loop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Crossing the Community Ditch irrigation canal</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Turning onto the Springbrook Loop</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The further you head up this route the more isolated the feel. Highway 93 drops away, the hillsides close in, and nothing is left but clouds and blue skies. That is of course until you look up to see an on rushing horde of mountain bikers and trail runners jostling for first dibs on knocking you flat. The runners in particular seemed to travel in packs of seven or eight. We Coloradoans are a fit bunch and the Bolder Boulder is at the end of May so I get it, I really do. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The landslide in the distance was caused by the 2013 flood</i></b></span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Ah the green grasses of spring!</i></b></span></td></tr>
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On this trip, the incredible force of the 2013 flood was in evidence. Lower down the drainage was a gaping scare of dirt and river rock with downed trees still slammed against obstacles. Further up whole hillsides had slipped away leaving wounds just waiting for this years storms to make them fester and ooze.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking north </i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>On top of the mesa looking towards Eldorado Canyon State Park</i></b></span></td></tr>
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The views of the Flatirons and in particular <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/07/bear-peak-via-shadow-canyon.html" target="_blank">Shadow Canyon below Bear Peak </a>are particularly nice on this trail. There are hidden meadows and exposed cliffs that one can't see anywhere else. One a clear day the Eastern Plains stretch away into eternity.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>A good portion of the Springbrook trail is in the trees.</b></i></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The bridge that starts the Goshawk Trail. Following the road would lead to the Fowler Trail. </i></b></span></td></tr>
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The first half mile of the route is on an accessible gravel path to a picnic area and bathroom. At 1.2 miles is the turn off for the Springbrook Loop. If you stayed on the Doudy Draw Trail, you would eventually climb up to the top of <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/07/flatirons-vista.html" target="_blank">Flatirons Vista</a>. At 2.5 miles the route reaches a broad dirt road and water diversion ditch. A bridge spans the ditch and marks the start of the Goshawk Trail. Since this trail does not allow dogs, we turned around and retraced our steps.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking up the backside of Shadow Canyon. <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/07/bear-peak-via-shadow-canyon.html" target="_blank">Bear Peak </a>is on the far right and <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/south-boulder-peak-via-shadow-canyon.html" target="_blank">South Boulder Peak</a> is the next peak to the left. </i></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Boulderites aren't the only ones swarming over the trail.</b></i></span></td></tr>
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Once again, I have to applaud Boulder and Boulder County for the effort they have made in preserving open space. The trails south of Boulder are some of my favorites. If you can though go mid-week or after work. You'll have a better chance of getting a coveted parking spot and will blessed with solitude and the hush that comes as the sun slides inevitably behind the Flatirons. <br />
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-60049972525253221682017-10-14T11:28:00.000-06:002017-10-14T11:28:28.833-06:00France: Abbaye de Royaumont<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dl02DJyQSW4kobT_5jxPCM_kdTqSlraS4VTDKAg2gEzLxqsue-77-39ZMXPf17nHmCXswvmXhuLBb503NjqYh1cTYMIQ5xW70HIen1wjD-9QcZoSe69k3f3TRqGlaAzsBt5pum8vl9o/s1600/abby1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155360187409602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7dl02DJyQSW4kobT_5jxPCM_kdTqSlraS4VTDKAg2gEzLxqsue-77-39ZMXPf17nHmCXswvmXhuLBb503NjqYh1cTYMIQ5xW70HIen1wjD-9QcZoSe69k3f3TRqGlaAzsBt5pum8vl9o/s320/abby1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>The Abbaye de Royumont, located 30km north of Paris near Asnières-sur-Oise. The design of the entrance was well constructed to attract visitors and novices alike.<br />
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Staring at the main building of the Royoumont Abby down the alley of trees that forms its entrance is an instantaneous narcotic for the soul. Staring at the well placed trees will slow your breathing. When I last visited I swayed restlessly from side to side trance-like. Was this real, or was it jet lag? For a moment life in the 15th Century did not seem so brutal and cruel. Silence oozed from the rocks. If one had to spend an entire life in one spot, one could hardly do worse.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aylAYlt_alWGH5GkhyphenhyphenZ4CpkQT3ATtU2da8XoGYdBv4rzjfdLMsKe_d7uZ7MPBTbBKtwbQzDrlz8O7F5pfsH8yYip0Mw180CQ38XjTaNfCgD0wOvvHTdYxwy1q90rrMOibMKjTjTWEAQ/s1600/abby2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155363706928466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3aylAYlt_alWGH5GkhyphenhyphenZ4CpkQT3ATtU2da8XoGYdBv4rzjfdLMsKe_d7uZ7MPBTbBKtwbQzDrlz8O7F5pfsH8yYip0Mw180CQ38XjTaNfCgD0wOvvHTdYxwy1q90rrMOibMKjTjTWEAQ/s320/abby2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The cloistered hallways were open airy, and filled with the rustling of leaves.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG8DPOcYbs5-9iZHvCDscWiQSvhifshtGr5winQt3Usb4wOKtW3jIrIQXTze0C0xnyW5oa9L8jh-43rpYp6ku8cEFqNxeZ1sPsjrJFTYA4YPbSXnAyd26z7XJyQn-74kshdqkZesDSdI/s1600/abby3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155374338676082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilG8DPOcYbs5-9iZHvCDscWiQSvhifshtGr5winQt3Usb4wOKtW3jIrIQXTze0C0xnyW5oa9L8jh-43rpYp6ku8cEFqNxeZ1sPsjrJFTYA4YPbSXnAyd26z7XJyQn-74kshdqkZesDSdI/s320/abby3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A glimpse across the square. The garden was still bare dirt.</span></span></div>
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My reveries were instantly shattered, however, upon the arrival of two enfants terrible who raced up behind me shrieking with youthful exuberance. They began throwing stones into the pool. The ripples they caused raced across the water and into my psyche. Time to move on. I managed to stay ahead of them as I toured the grounds. The central cloister garden was torn up and under construction, but he vaulted corridors surrounding them were there. The ghosts of monks long dead rustled in the damp spring air along with a few leaves, dried and forgotten in the corners.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj092mFBTKzU4vQQt_wb98JS2dU3zeQiOnqaTrWZm0sJOCD-qXJyM9MrXczp_krlB_JQdXYssiGaa9wsCweSIj0gibFOLAy4cQ8BXkxPnN9CyQelWUIzVZDsYvMNpUS6BUeE2E2kWTWA9I/s1600/abby4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155380383072242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj092mFBTKzU4vQQt_wb98JS2dU3zeQiOnqaTrWZm0sJOCD-qXJyM9MrXczp_krlB_JQdXYssiGaa9wsCweSIj0gibFOLAy4cQ8BXkxPnN9CyQelWUIzVZDsYvMNpUS6BUeE2E2kWTWA9I/s320/abby4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Medieval tiles on the floor of the old refractory<br /></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TJPuwC736qey0oc6OVOHJKRgjT8YVMNqFrmL1NdPPQHajSXiL5L0NvuqMBvxaHJTraxZ2YYD3r0o4X0NM38ZGLZYLku0J6m43TMteZjCIifo5LyEs0w52RDd4r5VPfBArt6PnB44gyc/s1600/abby5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155394971193266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TJPuwC736qey0oc6OVOHJKRgjT8YVMNqFrmL1NdPPQHajSXiL5L0NvuqMBvxaHJTraxZ2YYD3r0o4X0NM38ZGLZYLku0J6m43TMteZjCIifo5LyEs0w52RDd4r5VPfBArt6PnB44gyc/s320/abby5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Part of the ruins of the old cathedral. Just out of view to the left is what is left of the tower. It looks like it was cut in half with a dull knife.<br /></span></span></div>
Besides the corridors, there are two main rooms, one of which is the dining hall for the monks. It has huge vaulted ceilings, a large organ for when the room was converted to a church, and replicated medieval floor tiles. It was chilly and beautiful at the same time. It is hard to imagine this place of worship being turned into a Grist Mill, but it was. The main entryway was where the wheel was located. The nuns, who later took over the building, tried to restore it sacredness by repairing walls but placards show where various industrial machines were located.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPclpq-wXmkBWbfQrMQXiajR7WiDXOgJT1oeIOlRG6K4y_SR7EAC37MfoXzWyGm8pKA9Z7vo6NlTdMHey2Zi5F6GRfzBYKRrRjVOSGPaJK7ikizVuY-L5bWPUjiiH4S0zY9UTkp5XVYA/s1600/abby6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461155528846308370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPclpq-wXmkBWbfQrMQXiajR7WiDXOgJT1oeIOlRG6K4y_SR7EAC37MfoXzWyGm8pKA9Z7vo6NlTdMHey2Zi5F6GRfzBYKRrRjVOSGPaJK7ikizVuY-L5bWPUjiiH4S0zY9UTkp5XVYA/s320/abby6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Wandering around the back side of the complex. Birds were singing merrily away, but spring had yet to come with its greenery.<br /></span></span></div>
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In one corner of the building is a small tearoom. After exhausting myself strolling slowing about, I required a pastry and tea to fortify myself. It is possible that the monks might have enjoyed such indulgences but I gave silent thanks to the modern era, strawberries, crème, and the wonders of international travel.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-76496458234551304172017-09-15T20:43:00.000-06:002017-09-15T20:43:03.396-06:00Twin SistersDistance: 7.4 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 9,090 ft – 11,430 ft<br />
Elevation gain: 2,340 ft<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: yes across the road at Lilly Lake<br />
Tags: #RMNP, #coloradooutdoors <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twin Sisters viewed from Hwy 7</td></tr>
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Twin Sisters on the east side of Rocky Mountain National Park is a great trail that has elevation gain, panoramic views, and proximity to the Front Range. Its large rocky summit, with multiple piles of scree, will make you feel like you have climbed a 14er without busting a lung. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lily Lake, located across the road from the trailhead</td></tr>
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While in a mixed forest for most of the way, the trail does have periodic views of the Mt. Meeker, Longs Peak, and Mt. Lady Washington, which are located right across the valley. The density of the trees themselves is thin, which at least creates a sense of airiness. Finally, the entire route is strewn with angular rocks that were coated with chartreuse lichens. They are so bright, you'll be reminded of Graceland. Long live chartreuse.<br />
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Longs massif viewed from the trail. From left to right is Mt. Meeker (13,911 ft), Longs Peak (14,255 ft), and Mt. Lady Washington (13,281 ft).</center>
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Despite its daunting elevation gain, the route is not difficult. The ascent is accomplished through a long series of switchbacks with few large step-ups. Very little quadricep action is required. Flatlanders in tennis shoes were easily navigating the trail although boots with ankle support will protect you from the small, angular rocks which can easily cause twists, particularly on the descent.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A typical section of tree "encrusted" trail</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rocks and green turf near treeline</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from treeline looking towards the summit ridge</td></tr>
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There is a very interesting transition near treeline when large twisted rock formations come into view. These formations are bordered by stones jutting out of the turf and by Limber Pines, which have been sculpted by the wind into bent, twisted silhouettes. <br />
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Looking back down the trail</center>
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Just beyond these trees, there is a portal into the world of sun, wind, and stone. Within the span of two footsteps you suddenly travel from a forested realm into a long bare rock field. You might want to turn around here to make sure the doorway is still there. I half expected to find a dragon perched nearby or at least an ogre or two. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another shot looking back down the trail</td></tr>
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It is 0.75 miles from this transition line to the summit. The views of Estes Park and beyond will make you stumble as you try to navigate the rocks and ogle the view at the same time. A long pitch along the ridge and a series of short switchbacks takes you to a large saddle surrounded by two large domes of scree. The one to the right, next to the park’s radio tower, is where most people end up. The views there of the Longs' massif will boggle the mind. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of the summit</td></tr>
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The summit is a great place to watch clouds form. At one point, directly over the lower dome we could actually see tendrils of air curl and wind their ways upwards only to be consumed by an even larger cloud. I have a theory about Twin Sisters. It has a large, exposed block of scree, and I wonder if the heated rocks provide extra lift near its summit. Even when I have not been on the summit, I have seen large storms form right on top of it. Who knows if this is true, but the wary hiker of Twin Sisters should get an extra early start.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of the Longs' massif from the summit</td></tr>
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If you have the chance to visit this trail, you won’t need your park pass but you might need a few weapons of mass destruction since it does seem to be popular with folks who look like they just stumbled out of the Winnebago. You would think that the altitude gain would deter most of these visitors, but it does not. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking northwest from the summit</td></tr>
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The trailhead is located on Hwy 7 between Estes Park and Allenspark. There is a parking lot across the road at Lily Lake, which has a bathroom or you can drive directly to the trailhead up a short dirt road. Parking in this lot is more limited.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-2699127617705688442017-08-30T15:15:00.000-06:002017-08-30T15:15:04.350-06:00Estes ConeDistance: 6.1 miles round trip<br />
Elevation 9,425-11,002 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 2,023 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Tags: #RMNP, #coloradooutdoors <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Estes Cone</td></tr>
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Estes Cone, on the east side of Rocky Mountain National Park, is a large volcanic remnant with a cap of flat, erosion resistant rock. The trail to the summit is a journey into an eerie world of twisted, lightening darkened trees. Bring poles and sturdy boots because this trail put the word "rocky" in Rocky Mountains. <br />
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While in the trees until the very end, this trail has the advantage of being close to the Denver Metro Area and in possession of some excellent views of Mt. Meeker, Longs Peak, and Mt. Ypsilon not to mention Estes Park. There is also one nice meadow crossing, one creek, and one old cabin to break up the monotony. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rocky upper reaches of Estes Cone</td></tr>
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The trail is easy to moderate except for the last 0.7 miles, which ascends 1000 ft straight up the cone. Here the trail switches from dirt and rock to almost entirely rock. In fact the slope and the trail look so much alike that the Rangers have interspersed cairns every 10 feet or so to guide hikers upwards. On this trip, the sky was turning dark and we felt pressured to get to the top as quickly as possible. Not the best option when trail finding.<br />
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The summit of the cone consists of four to five rocky outcroppings. The hiker can choose to climb to the highest, which is located to the southwest, or scramble up the closest. On this trip we chose this option again because of the threatening weather. The views are just as grand no matter your choice. <br />
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Insider Tip: When descending pay close attention to the junction between Storm Pass and the Estes Cone Trail. This junction is relatively clear going up but not obvious heading down. On the decent, there is a large pine tree blocking the view of an extremely large cairn that marks the spot. Before the tree, Storm Pass shoots off to the left so it is easy to get sucked off in the wrong direction. To continue to the Longs Peak trailhead, you have to go around the tree, around the cairn and up a trail on which the trail signs face away from the descender. Not ideal. <br />
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Everyone should climb Estes Cone at least once. The perspective gained of Meeker and Longs, which normally blend into one large massif, is enlightening. The twisted shapes of the pines on the upper slopes of the cone will have you looking for ogres while the summit does have some stellar views. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Storm brewing over Trailridge Road </td></tr>
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There are two ways to get to Estes Cone, one is from the Longs Peak trailhead and the other from Lilly Lake trailhead via Storm Pass. The Longs Peak Trailhead is located on the west side of Highway 7 between Allenspark and Estes Park. Beware, parking is very limited fills up early (as in 1AM) in the summer mountain climbing season.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-79768542322022418842017-08-16T15:58:00.000-06:002017-08-16T15:58:33.249-06:00Mt. BierstadtTrail Length: 7 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 11,669-14,060 ft<br />
Elevation gain: 2,850 ft<br />
Bathroom at the Trailhead: Yes <br />
Critters: Big Horn Sheep<br />
Tags: #14er, #coloradooutdoors, #nooxygen <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left to right, Mt. Evans (14,264 ft) and Mt. Bierstadt (14,060 ft) as seen from the Square Top trail. This photo is mine. The rest in this post are courtesy of Lynn Johnson. </td></tr>
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Mt. Bierstadt, near Georgetown CO, is one of the easiest 14K ft peaks to hike. Its proximity to Denver, and the lush views Guanella Pass make it doubly popular. Guanella Pass is notorious for sudden thunderstorms, however, so be sure to check the weather before planning your ascent. <br />
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The trail begins at the pass itself and descends into a narrow valley filled with willows. This area is boggy and depending upon the condition of the boardwalks, may be wet and slimy. Things get serious after the willows when the trail climbs up to a broad shoulder. The views here make it a worthy destination in itself for those interested in a shorter hike. The shoulder is a wide area for ideal for picnicking and people watching. A favorite pastime is holding up score cards measuring the lung capacity of climbers as they crest over the shoulder. You'll see everything from small children to trail runners using Beirstadt to train for the <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/03/hopeless-aid-stationleadville-trail-100.html" target="_blank">Leadville 100</a>. When no one is looking, do your best Julie Andrews imitation and twirl around. At high altitude motion sickness takes on a whole new meaning.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big Horn Sheep on the road to the pass</td></tr>
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The more able bodied will want to continue up the trail which rises steeply into the distance. It is rocky so consider hiking poles for added stability. Insider tip: "view breaks" are a great way to catch your breath while admiring the increasingly expansive views of the Continental Divide. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on the shoulder</td></tr>
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Climbers get a nice break on the upper ridge which is flat but full of scree. Take your time crossing. A twisted ankle at this point would make getting down a challenge. The final cone of scree is a jumble and hikers just find their way from rock to rock with little coherence.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/square-top-lakes.html" target="_blank">Square Top Lakes</a> and <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2012/10/square-top-mountain.html" target="_blank">Square Top Mountain</a></td></tr>
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We were lucky on this trip and the weather was beautiful. We stayed on the summit for over an hour just gawking at the rolling green hills below us. I have been chased off of Guanella so many times by lightening that I have developed a neurotic paranoia about the place but this day there was barely a wisp of a cloud. I still eyed them carefully because Guanella is notorious for brewing storms at explosive rates.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up at the final cone of scree</td></tr>
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From the summit, Mt. Evans feels like it is within spitting distance and you can see all the tourists who drove up to that summit. "Look Vern there are mountain climbers over there!" With more time and a car shuttle, you can cross the saw tooth that connects the two peaks and bag two in one day. I have several friends who have done this and say it is easier than it looks and well worth doing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the summit looking west.</td></tr>
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So, for those of you who have never climbed a 14er, give Mt. Bierstadt a try. It is an easy walk up but will require you to have gotten off the couch in the last year. Some scrambling is required in the scree field so bring your gloves as well. Do it like I did and take the day off of work to avoid the crowds and meditate on why we love living in Colorado.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-64313456471411219412017-08-02T16:05:00.000-06:002017-08-02T16:05:52.639-06:00Ceran St. VrainDistance: 3.85 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 8,365 ft - 8,105 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 260 ft (gain on the trip back)<br />
Dogs: Off Leash<br />
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Ceran St.Vrain near Jamestown, CO (northwest of Boulder) is a short but relaxing trail through a pleasant mixed Lodgepole and Spruce forest with lots of water action to get your Zen on. Dogs are allowed off leash, which is a blessing for those of us with hunting dogs that need to run. The trail gets its name from Ceran St.Vrain, an 1800's resident who was know for building forts along several creeks in the area.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The trailhead. There is a large parking area and a nice place to picnic near the creek off to the left.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A few yards from the trailhead is a quaint bridge over the creek</span></span></td></tr>
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At the beginning of the trail is a primitive campground so be prepared for the intoxicating smell of camp delectables cooking over a wood fire. The trail itself is packed dirt and pine needles, a welcome respite from the rocky terrain that blesses most of the Front Range. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are many views of the creek from the trail</td></tr>
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In contrast to the mountains that provide the water that fills St. Vrain Creek, the trail heads downwards for a gradual loss of 200 ft. Where the trail ends is subjective since it seems to run into a series of 4x4 roads. You'll know this because the trail widens a bit and there may be a signs for roads 801 and 252. One of these leads to Miller Rock, but finding it can be a chore. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A typical trail section. Notice the lush vegetation and the nice soft trail.</td></tr>
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The only downside of this trail is that it is up past Jamestown. This route is a mecca for hordes of cyclists who use the steep climbs to train for even harder events. While I am all for sharing the road, it can be unnerving to dodge and weave around these unpredictable two-wheeled demons. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The forested areas are open and appealing</td></tr>
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To get to the trailhead, travel 5.5 miles north of Boulder on Highway 36 to Lefthand Canyon. Turn left on and drive 8.4 miles to Jamestown. Continue through the town and be sure to follow the posted speed limits. After Jamestown, the road becomes Overland Rd and will transition to dirt road 4.5 miles beyond the town. Avoid the left fork at this point and continue approximately 0.5 miles to the trailhead on the right.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-11300683952738131302017-07-09T22:07:00.000-06:002017-07-09T22:07:19.662-06:00Barr LakeDistance: 9 mile loop<br />
Elevation gain: none, flat<br />
Dogs: Not allowed<br />
Critters: Birds, birds birds!<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLajImxfN3rOUnkDQ3DDSVyL0A22SuuvStwFPT1e-zLdLBy8lcqw5ZoAmbWTipu5kz8jsNDHeW3ku-Gr47IYtN6qoR6cGWQ-RoIuUXnGUdANLL4wOYZvbNOxQCcTvgCrmY6CCPMyXYixo/s1600-h/barr_lake02.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396987802059338002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLajImxfN3rOUnkDQ3DDSVyL0A22SuuvStwFPT1e-zLdLBy8lcqw5ZoAmbWTipu5kz8jsNDHeW3ku-Gr47IYtN6qoR6cGWQ-RoIuUXnGUdANLL4wOYZvbNOxQCcTvgCrmY6CCPMyXYixo/s400/barr_lake02.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Distant view of birds out on Barr Lake</span></span></div>
Barr Lake is a State Park filled with waterfowl. I went there to try out my new 500mm Canon lens. The lake was too low to get very close to the birds but the scenery made up for it. All the marsh plants were high and dry and a fall-ish rusty color. The weather was also sublime, particularly knowing that the following day it was supposed to snow!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIfro5ZdRsN1tKNFmesICKLbp_KIH0YrdI8AaCZAZZUKPRr25_yRnp5cSCUxFHBt20SlUB0Rpj_RLBv8_IOkYVcTX2Rwod6beENG1SoXssu5BXLxQMVDAgFXbdfh3Q5pj1hvKLTH9Xps/s1600-h/barr_lake09.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988081732507266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIfro5ZdRsN1tKNFmesICKLbp_KIH0YrdI8AaCZAZZUKPRr25_yRnp5cSCUxFHBt20SlUB0Rpj_RLBv8_IOkYVcTX2Rwod6beENG1SoXssu5BXLxQMVDAgFXbdfh3Q5pj1hvKLTH9Xps/s400/barr_lake09.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 112px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A group of Cackling Geese (Branta hutchinsii) swim past some of their sleeping cousins [<a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/canadian-geese.html">Canada Geese (Branta canadensis)</a>]. Until recently, the Cackling Goose was thought to be a sub-species of the Canada Goose. They have shorter necks, are smaller in general, and have a dark breast.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAS4o5otSwEL_jsrfFZEj4NeKxdrxYnACxelpc0gA4427-_6pgLOP2i7iJZEdEeYsR8AriEjDvb-uabGRrN2ENuTlB5K30-0mPSenv0gyCO9CZwy_WHgVDMAxRRdI59RagpNeWS4Gm7nA/s1600-h/barr_lake01.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396987794031680690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAS4o5otSwEL_jsrfFZEj4NeKxdrxYnACxelpc0gA4427-_6pgLOP2i7iJZEdEeYsR8AriEjDvb-uabGRrN2ENuTlB5K30-0mPSenv0gyCO9CZwy_WHgVDMAxRRdI59RagpNeWS4Gm7nA/s400/barr_lake01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 77px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A half of a mile from the shoreline was a small cluster of birds. These include Pelicans and Cormorants.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWQcENI7OoWDQ5c7mxknr9OdGi2h-lZBkbJs2aMsDVTlSzM7zBIZPqnUzGXP_tK4GgbeFd7PsJ1pctaXKgBZNlGmZXuLgnLDZqBbQxDxXmsXCgZg88KDJ5IEEYhEiO7ROTrgN8q9Qg-8/s1600-h/barr_lake03.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396987804169482658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWQcENI7OoWDQ5c7mxknr9OdGi2h-lZBkbJs2aMsDVTlSzM7zBIZPqnUzGXP_tK4GgbeFd7PsJ1pctaXKgBZNlGmZXuLgnLDZqBbQxDxXmsXCgZg88KDJ5IEEYhEiO7ROTrgN8q9Qg-8/s400/barr_lake03.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 137px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">American Coot (Fulica americana) was a common site at the lake.</span></span></div>
I was surprised at how built up the area is around the lake. There is one large shopping mall nearby and the ubiquitous Starbucks a few miles away for those who need their fix. It was not long ago that Barr Lake was practically "in Kansas" it was so far out on the plains. Humans are encroaching here as well.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfvM_RPZKZQ53zWEK_8D4NyyWS7h2fulGOEEeVSdlQWPj_AgrTRjni4mZPI1-iOSVbKaSG9Vh3G77WU_9ktyFmDLURLoCwk57-pkYDD9WSJorotOktPhhVmf72n7fSpnmhtvQbhtM2Bg/s1600-h/barr_lake06.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396990062559171122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfvM_RPZKZQ53zWEK_8D4NyyWS7h2fulGOEEeVSdlQWPj_AgrTRjni4mZPI1-iOSVbKaSG9Vh3G77WU_9ktyFmDLURLoCwk57-pkYDD9WSJorotOktPhhVmf72n7fSpnmhtvQbhtM2Bg/s400/barr_lake06.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 307px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My prized shot, a Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) roosting in a tall Cottonwood tree. We had stood under this tree for half an hour taking pictures, walked on and met some birders who asked if we had seen the owl. We raced back and there he was. I "hoo hoo'ed" at him and he open his eye ever so slightly. From the ground and with the naked eye he looked like just part of the tree. See how his banded feathers make him blend in with the tree bark?</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmqifWn68YiizlYeUPhaImjxddJ9TwcrFkHUT6krwCsJxQAawBts9phd2-yfNvAwYWSq8EMPByXmz6lXeJplDq5ZvH7miHr24803kW0eujopDEyy3eGYdOylMJMwzPkPZblLysSZ3sZo/s1600-h/barr_lake11.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988087407439298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmqifWn68YiizlYeUPhaImjxddJ9TwcrFkHUT6krwCsJxQAawBts9phd2-yfNvAwYWSq8EMPByXmz6lXeJplDq5ZvH7miHr24803kW0eujopDEyy3eGYdOylMJMwzPkPZblLysSZ3sZo/s400/barr_lake11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 204px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Bald Eagle from a mile a way. Compared with my photos of Bald Eagles from the <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/nova-scotia-bird-islands.html">Bird Islands Nova Scotia</a>, this shot is particularly dull. You can walk right up to this snag however.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbBfkej__YSbfkUd_6xOcud0QIybJjt-9RMjghmGlvxf6gUyVnETyzG-BaLxX08Oqv73M6NsB4GlMUX-CL30i3dtR14SwPrbBGOoffmNm7SwSWUrT5T9OaFO7dBg0Q8cg-i-RrOiRVuA/s1600-h/barr_lake10.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988083700284290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbBfkej__YSbfkUd_6xOcud0QIybJjt-9RMjghmGlvxf6gUyVnETyzG-BaLxX08Oqv73M6NsB4GlMUX-CL30i3dtR14SwPrbBGOoffmNm7SwSWUrT5T9OaFO7dBg0Q8cg-i-RrOiRVuA/s400/barr_lake10.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 160px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Female Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos)</span></span></div>
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The park contains a nice nature center, which puts on educational programs. There was the typical stuffed birds and animal skins. I wrapped the fox skin around my neck and struck a naughty, aristocratic pose. Fortunately, only the ghosts of the birds lining the walls were there to poo poo my shameful behavior. The nature center also has a solarium with a nice couch overlooking an extensive bird feeder. Numerous Sparrows and Blue Jays could be seen hopping about feeding area.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Views of the Lake</span></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4wK38mCsVN9wUML5zLVupYGWIdQoPdgY6KT8eljeWp1p2cNRxdAownYorpC65eapdZn1t_w-2PpaDPLyaL5lxqbTqk6G08uBXyOf0rpIpgp9vsyntTMEymDl2mI55u2O57ErVcN_anQ/s1600-h/barr_lake12.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988297287737586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4wK38mCsVN9wUML5zLVupYGWIdQoPdgY6KT8eljeWp1p2cNRxdAownYorpC65eapdZn1t_w-2PpaDPLyaL5lxqbTqk6G08uBXyOf0rpIpgp9vsyntTMEymDl2mI55u2O57ErVcN_anQ/s400/barr_lake12.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2wLJVdq7FRa_JlOBLPS7PQglFvIE5itpNPETIZZKIsqJbTiXlw2-mFRcu3TWAqMcDtAQA-UL5sLIEhYEVmEzQ6CjB-GLlcU4rD7RNuNijLVow99PEjwRclGa0XJpY-TORRWfJt-3IzI/s1600-h/barr_lake04.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396987807975786514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2wLJVdq7FRa_JlOBLPS7PQglFvIE5itpNPETIZZKIsqJbTiXlw2-mFRcu3TWAqMcDtAQA-UL5sLIEhYEVmEzQ6CjB-GLlcU4rD7RNuNijLVow99PEjwRclGa0XJpY-TORRWfJt-3IzI/s400/barr_lake04.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 165px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
The trail around the lake is a broad dirt road intermixed with side trails and board walks. While long, it is any easy walk. Since we were all loaded down with camera gear we only managed to travel 1.5 miles to a gazebo that juts out into the water. From there we saw the resident Bald Eagle on its perch a mile away. Some large deer with huge antlers could be seen cowering under the shrubbery near the eagle's nest. The closest birds were only 0.3 miles from the nature center however near a nice shaded sitting area.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41McXMGg-4o86kzh7S9V9wo11N1Iois8B-6sRfnm_Xq6VTkExez-9KaAo60woYXQDYP3xmSGQcMAa8xu9RYh2qYDPKz32zmNBBbndhRezZQmIDGceJHzVZPKqMOCXNKFU9p71ni-B330/s1600-h/barr_lake16.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988316056130722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41McXMGg-4o86kzh7S9V9wo11N1Iois8B-6sRfnm_Xq6VTkExez-9KaAo60woYXQDYP3xmSGQcMAa8xu9RYh2qYDPKz32zmNBBbndhRezZQmIDGceJHzVZPKqMOCXNKFU9p71ni-B330/s400/barr_lake16.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Boardwalk from the Gazebo. At one point this was all over water.</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oZpWxMj1xdCDsYP7Z4K_wcZqsNDgPnqxjB8pX6DSkj46Gm6xI-TNlna6418P9pKwBh6t7nkbsvtBtteEdFfzY9szzTYMN-_tFzmhjYfVPjIg8VVNBZVcKq_pE_T9RpE3iMCv90BB_cI/s1600-h/barr_lake18.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988387458468354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oZpWxMj1xdCDsYP7Z4K_wcZqsNDgPnqxjB8pX6DSkj46Gm6xI-TNlna6418P9pKwBh6t7nkbsvtBtteEdFfzY9szzTYMN-_tFzmhjYfVPjIg8VVNBZVcKq_pE_T9RpE3iMCv90BB_cI/s400/barr_lake18.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Some areas of the lake are totally overgrown now</span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGK5PnpqIvoN2j1cPth7tNw4y-bxHaSmVKzmh5VVv70hSnrdijNRLOqFI7d4JhjlA9MELs9LH02GZBuVMf06GoCiquNvjAR4rYabQqIWiJIwPdQNTgEv0iWgtvOx2uqRwRTvD6KCHG6s/s1600-h/barr_lake17.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396988318690206386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilGK5PnpqIvoN2j1cPth7tNw4y-bxHaSmVKzmh5VVv70hSnrdijNRLOqFI7d4JhjlA9MELs9LH02GZBuVMf06GoCiquNvjAR4rYabQqIWiJIwPdQNTgEv0iWgtvOx2uqRwRTvD6KCHG6s/s400/barr_lake17.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
I have no idea if the water level in Barr Lake is seasonal or if drought has kept it low. For now it is better enjoyed as a broad panorama vice a photographers mecca.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
If you have enjoyed this post feel free to drop by and learn more about hiking and snowshoeing trails in Colorado and the western states.
Get out there!
</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-374713618603256912017-07-01T10:04:00.000-06:002017-07-01T10:08:38.166-06:00Marshall MesaDistance: 3 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 5,520 ft to 5,740 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 220 ft<br />
Dogs: Off leash with Voice and Sight tag<br />
Bathroom at the trailhead: Yes<br />
Fees: Parking fee for non-Boulder County residents<br />
Tags: #Boulder, #Coloradooutoors, #hiking, #dogfriendly<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Marshall Mesa, you can almost see forever</td></tr>
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The Marshall Mesa open space just south of Boulder is one of my favorite areas. The views of the Flatirons are gorgeous and the diverse landscape is appealing in both fall and summer. Marshall Mesa itself is a broad slopping plateau filled with grasses, Cottonwood Trees, and shrubs. The Community Ditch cuts through it and in spring this ditch is filled with flowing water, perfect for fido to cool off in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking east from the parking lot. The Marshall Valley trail crosses the open meadow but will eventually ascend up above the trees.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Standing on one of the ancient sandstone formations that form part of the area. Millions of years ago, this area was a beach. You can still see the waves embedded in the sands. It is a 10 foot drop off on the other side of the tree.</td></tr>
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For hikers, the open space contains a pleasing loop that travels over the remains of a fossilized beach then up to a road with expansive views of the surrounding area including the full north-south extent of the Flatirons. Do this hike in the spring and your eye will be dazzled by how many variations of green exist in the world. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading across the formation to the open meadow beyond</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was hoping for gorgeous fall color on this trip, but the unseasonable freeze the week before turned all the leave brown. In spring, this meadow and the Cottonwoods that dominate it, is very pretty indeed.</td></tr>
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There are two loops main loops in this Open Space with the option of extending your route through several spur trails, some of which connect to the trails on the west side of Hwy 93. The route described in this post is a loop that travels eastward on the 0.8 mile Marshall Valley Trail, then 1.7 along the Community Ditch Trail, and then finally 0.5 miles down the Coal Seam Valley Trail back to the parking lot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map of the area</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go straight up the hill on the other side of the bridge and you can cut the route by a mile. Go left for a loop that is 3 miles long.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking east towards Kansas. Here the trail begins to climb upwards.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When the trail reaches it maximum elevation (~200 ft elevation gain), a spur trail heads off to the left. This is a dead end trail and dogs must be on a leash. The main trail heads to the right. Straight ahead, as you see in this picture is a lake. It is private.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small vestige of fall color in some shrubs along the Community Ditch Trail. In spring the ditch would be filled with lazily flowing water.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Flatirons from the Community Ditch Trail</td></tr>
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Marshall Mesa is great for an afterwork hike, Sunday stroll, trail runs, or doggie walk. Even in January there is something to see and the stark landscape retains its charm under the deep blue skies of winter. The area is popular with mountain bikers too, who struggle up the rocky slopes for a chance to race along the flat Community Ditch Trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sandstone bluff near the end of the loop. The Community Ditch Trail continues west across highway 93. That is a pleasant walk in and of itself.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading back down the Coal Seam Trail back to the parking lot</td></tr>
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Like most trails near Boulder, parking is limited, but right across the road from the trailhead is a dirt lot that can be used as overflow or for non-residents who don't want to pay a parking fee.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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Get out there!
</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-67415658101137999862017-06-21T13:01:00.000-06:002017-06-21T13:01:28.981-06:00Mt. Evan's Scenic Byway<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMa619hltAtXTScrUnntvW2-7WDa90vNwPFSeBeMB6AEqXG-mszTb6MB-XoDt862j8zhyhbXcVv-fokARmYEcbaRemUk52pWTkOLOxxyfytr0y_qNdjjKGQKgQapBgy6gA8ehV-AVgdY/s1600-h/mt.+evans+goat+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792616313949442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMa619hltAtXTScrUnntvW2-7WDa90vNwPFSeBeMB6AEqXG-mszTb6MB-XoDt862j8zhyhbXcVv-fokARmYEcbaRemUk52pWTkOLOxxyfytr0y_qNdjjKGQKgQapBgy6gA8ehV-AVgdY/s400/mt.+evans+goat+4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The star of any trip up Mt. Evans. One of the resident <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/mountain-goats.html">Mountain Goats</a>.</span></span></div>
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Taking the Mt. Evans Scenic Byway, near Idaho Springs, is a jolly, near death experience with stupendous views. It is also a great way to beat the heat and carouse with <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-horn-sheep-of-mount-evans.html" target="_blank">Big Horn Sheep</a>, <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/mountain-goats.html">Mountain Goats</a>, and <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/yellow-bellied-marmot.html">Yellow-bellied Marmots</a>. Mt. Evans is 14,264 ft and is one of two 14ers in the state you can drive up. If you don't like heights, however, you may want to snort some Valium before starting out. The road has no guard rails but plenty of breath-stealing drop offs. You will also share it with bicycles and oversized pick-up trucks. There is a fee past Echo Lake unless you have an all Federal Parks Pass.<br />
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Things to Do:<br />
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<li>Stop at Echo Lake, which is before the fee station, for a picnic or fishing derby.</li>
<li>Hike the <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/pesman-trail-mount-goliath-nature-area.html">Pesman Trail,</a> which leaves from the Mt. Goliath Nature Center. This trail travels across the tundra through a grove of ancient <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/bristlecone-pine.html">Bristlecone Pines</a>. Bristlecones are the oldest thing on earth, easily reaching 1,700 years. Alpine plants galore dot the trail. </li>
<li>Visit the Nature Center itself and see a mock up of an<a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/alpine-springbeauty.html" target="_blank"> Alpine Spring Beauty</a> with its 10-foot root that enables it to survive on harsh mountain tops. A small terraced alpine garden with helpful placards surrounds the building. </li>
<li>Stop at 13,000 ft Summit Lake, a jumping off point for folks heading to the summit the old-fashioned way...via their feet, for an incredible view looking down on <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2011/08/chicago-lakes.html" target="_blank">Chicago Lakes</a>. A resident heard of <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-horn-sheep-of-mount-evans.html" target="_blank">Big Horn Sheep</a> often congregate here. Volunteer rangers will also set up interpretive displays. </li>
<li>Call on some parking karma and get a coveted slot on the summit itself. On the summit you can explore the ruins of an old hotel, feel the power of mother nature via freezing temps and extreme winds and stroll to the top itself. </li>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNltt9YthmhecR5bUQGHbIGgp9ZjG1X2ukJpzYIFghLAV8Hcoz7uz39nntWoia-tnu6dl7e6w3uWJyxaXAAeyhnVTJheNJg5mQ096Q52ppFxjqroWwhFVkmKWzGCgYL9NDUV_Z52mvIM/s1600-h/mt.+evans+summit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792730529819698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNltt9YthmhecR5bUQGHbIGgp9ZjG1X2ukJpzYIFghLAV8Hcoz7uz39nntWoia-tnu6dl7e6w3uWJyxaXAAeyhnVTJheNJg5mQ096Q52ppFxjqroWwhFVkmKWzGCgYL9NDUV_Z52mvIM/s400/mt.+evans+summit.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The summit parking lot. The Boulder field is often filled with tourists climbing the 120 ft from the pavement to the summit. Cars can stretch for a good 1/4 mile on both sides down to the left.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmXZ12sd3xqz9twEAa3S_gZUtScIOk4vZxi_Oxz2fIPUlUaFZ2_-K5Tpp9sx6XZuG5-PJ7Q5z4ff_MC73ax19f1mIQBdnMImhL9O5owkyU_U4_j_AGvOlbyfVgFRbFj_Mi3dV-RUPwQw/s1600-h/mt.+evans+goat+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792605154816930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmXZ12sd3xqz9twEAa3S_gZUtScIOk4vZxi_Oxz2fIPUlUaFZ2_-K5Tpp9sx6XZuG5-PJ7Q5z4ff_MC73ax19f1mIQBdnMImhL9O5owkyU_U4_j_AGvOlbyfVgFRbFj_Mi3dV-RUPwQw/s400/mt.+evans+goat+3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This goat was in need of a Hollywood makeover. He/she/it was shedding its winter coat. Not exactly a red carpet moment. Still, it had panache and liked to pose for the 200 lenses flashing all around. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnlJgmmnE8hjWGg0cABj3YfMwpf7wfkWOQvX1yTcXYaDa0l4ns2nbyLfR96XiFoSRmBe4kjCm8ul_tUM5pXR_gdJdoGqorIV-szBHw2I6aM2c2VpKGIQ7vD-gjKMO9YwyXaIQShBg3Gk/s1600-h/mt.+evans+goat+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367792595530750162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCnlJgmmnE8hjWGg0cABj3YfMwpf7wfkWOQvX1yTcXYaDa0l4ns2nbyLfR96XiFoSRmBe4kjCm8ul_tUM5pXR_gdJdoGqorIV-szBHw2I6aM2c2VpKGIQ7vD-gjKMO9YwyXaIQShBg3Gk/s400/mt.+evans+goat+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This celeb was already done shedding and looked like it had just returned from a posh salon. Nothing like a new 'do to make you feel like a mountain diva.<br />
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To get to the byway, take I-70 West from Denver to exit 240 (Hwy 103), the second exit at Idaho Springs. Because of snow the road is usually only open from Memorial Day to Labor Day. Even if there is no snow, CDOT will close the road after the Labor Day weekend, so plan accordingly. Come prepared for any of the following: intense sunlight, cold
temperatures, snow, hail or rain, high wind, and low oxygen levels.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colorado Chipmunk</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Chipmunks are cheeky! How many of us have had a chipmunk sneak into our pack, up our pant leg or wiggle into our sleeping bag all in a brazen attempt to steal our food. Once obtained they shove it indelicately into their cheek pouches and race off to their burrow to add the largess to their larder. Chipmunks (Tamias sp.) normally eat such yummy morsels as birds' eggs, small frogs, fungi, worms, insects, as well as nuts. How can my Cliff Bar possibly compete with these obvious delicacies? Dietary peccadilloes aside, tell me who can resist the chipmunk with its campy behavior? Active during the day, they are frequently seen on the trail but they are notoriously hard to capture on film because rarely stand still for any length of time. If you were responsible helping trees and fungi spread their offspring far and wide, you would be busy too. There are five species of chipmunks in Colorado and they are not very easy to identify in the wild, however. You can always spot a chipmunk by the stripes on the side of its face. I am guessing this one is a <i>Tamias quadrivittatus</i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-56815044144045367992017-06-06T13:38:00.000-06:002017-06-06T13:52:39.540-06:00High Plains VistaDistance: 5 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 5,900 ft - 6,100 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 224 ft (net), 498 ft (cumulative)<br />
Dogs: Leash only<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Fees: Parking fee for non-Boulder County residents<br />
Tags: #Boulder, #hiking, #prairie<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">"Amber waves of grain" is the view du jour on the High Plains Vista Trail south of Boulder, CO. </span></i></b></td></tr>
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There are some days when a walk across the prairie is just what the doctor ordered. In early spring the prairie is verdant green and the sun is ambrosia to our half-thawed bodies. In fall, the brown grasses wave majestically in the wind and the cloudless blue sky brings out the pioneer in all of us. Rooted, stoic, wind-blown as hell.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Crossing the stream</span></b></i></td></tr>
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The High Plains Vista Trail south of Boulder is one such prairie walk. It starts at the Greenbelt Plateau Trailhead off of Hwy 128. The route parallels Hwy 128 but weaves in and out of valleys in such a way that the road rarely seems to intrude.<br />
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Instead, the route crosses at least one wet drainage filled with croaking frogs, climbs several hills with views of an endless carpet of grass, and wanders by several Prairie Dog colonies. On such a stroll, you can't help but hum "America the Beautiful" or channel Willa Cather. On a recent trip I could have swore I heard the refrain to George Winston's Country. Rooted, stoic.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The views seem to go on and on. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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There are only thing that can destroy this pastoral tableau, mud! The High Plains Vista Trail turns into wallow suitable only for water buffalo after a days rain. Check the Boulder OSMP website for trail closure information before you make the trip.<br />
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Technically, the High Plains Vista Trail ends at a nondescript dirt parking area several miles up Hwy 128 at a elevation of 6,000 ft. For a longer outing, consider continuing along the 3-mile Colton Trail.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Looking west towards the Flatirons on the way back. That is the trailhead in the distance. </span></b></i></td></tr>
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-10612747707507102492017-05-12T12:46:00.000-06:002017-05-12T12:46:29.446-06:00Mt. FalconDistance: 8.3 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 5,950 ft - 7,800 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 2,002 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Dogs: On leash (Jefferson County Open Space)<br />
Tags: #coloradooutdoors, #hiking<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking west from the lookout a top Mt. Falcon</td></tr>
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Mt. Falcon near Morrison, CO is unique amongst Jefferson County Open Space parks. In addition to the steep hill to climb, it has old ruins, a lookout, and several covered picnic pavilions, each with lovely views. The terrain is more common however with a typical foothills combination of grasslands, Ponderosa/Lodgepole forest, Junipers, and the occasional Mule Deer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trailhead</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map of the route</td></tr>
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You can access the park from either the east or west. On this trip, we started from the east just outside of Morrison itself. We took the Castle Trail upwards for 2.7 miles and 1,290 ft of elevation gain to a picnic shelter with views of Denver, then continued on for another half mile to the ruins of the Walker mansion (at 3.2 miles). At one point Walker owned all of Mt. Falcon as well as Red Rocks not to mention a chunk of Denver. He was the one who donated land that eventually became Regis University. He also hoped to build the summer white house on the Falcon property and a short spur trail near the first picnic shelter will take you to the spot. Unfortunately, some of Walker's other ventures were not so successful and he died penniless, a 19th Century Colorado Ozymandias. The happy tourists however seemed oblivious to the fleeting nature of existence as they wandered around the bricks and empty rooms.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical foothills trail with a mix of dirt and rock. This would be really hot in the summer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking east onto the plains</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ruins of the Walker mansion </td></tr>
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From the Walker ruins, the Castle Trail traverses a wide flat meadow to a large pile of boulders (at 4.2 miles) from which the Continental Divide can be seen. This is near the western trailhead and a lot of people enter the park there because it is significantly less steep.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing the large meadow on the way to the western entrance</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the boulder pile</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The meadow trail towards Mt. Falcon and the lookout</td></tr>
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From the boulder pile we took the Meadow Trail past the Eagle Eye Shelter, which looked like it could hold a Girl Scout jamboree and on to the Mt. Falcon lookout (1,738 ft gain), which is a large covered tower with views of the surrounding area. Mt. Falcon itself is covered in thick pines, so the tower contains the only views on this part of the route.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passing the Eagle's View Shelter</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mt. Falcon Lookout</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from the lookout. That is Denver in the distance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost back to the trailhead, that is Red Rocks Park. </td></tr>
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For varied terrain and a great workout, Mt. Falcon is a great choice. Be advised on a weekend you won't be alone on your journey but the park is large and there is lots of room to spread out.<br />
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To get to Mt. Falcon, take the Morrison exit off of E-470, travel through the town and turn left onto State Highway 8. Then turn west on Forest Avenue and north on Vine Street. Their are signs leading the way.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-10017379717230290762017-04-27T19:41:00.000-06:002017-04-27T19:41:15.533-06:00Fish Creek Falls (Lower and Upper)Distance: 0.5 miles round trip to the Lower Falls, 5.4 miles round trip to Upper Falls<br />
Elevation: 1,227 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 7,530 ft -8,757 ft<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Fees: $5/vehicle or Federal All Access Pass<br />
Tags: #waterfall, #hiking, #coloradooutdoors, #steamboat<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish Creek Falls near Steamboat Springs, CO</td></tr>
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Lower Fish Creek Falls near Steamboat Springs, CO is a perennial favorite with tourists because of its dramatic setting and 280 ft drop. The lower falls can be accessed via a short 1/4 mile gravel path that most folks can access. At the bottom is a bridge over the creek that affords everyone the chance to be Ansel Adams without having to step far from the car. Spring runoff is a particularly good time to visit, just be advised you won't be alone and may have to bump a few selfie-stick holders off the bridge to get your shot.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nearly accessible trail to the lower falls</td></tr>
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Upper Fish Creek Falls is 2.2 miles further up the trail and is a lovely hike for those with the ability. The route wanders in and out of Aspen groves, which makes it particularly pretty in Autumn. The falls themselves are shorter than the lower falls but are much more accessible. You can scramble right up to the base if desired or stand back for an optimal view.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Example of a softer trail segment</td></tr>
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The day we hiked to the upper falls, it was snowing and foggy and yet there was still yellow leaves on the trees so we ended up Jekyll and Hyde'ing it between Autumn and Winter every few hundred yards. Humidity is not my friend and I grumbled because my eyeglasses kept fogging up and I expelled my breath with each lurching step upwards. The return trip was better and I could marvel and the gorge the trail follows as well as the Aspen gauntlets that had everyone cooing. Had their been puppies and kittens too, world peace would have spontaneously occurred.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Upper falls</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autumn bling</td></tr>
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The trail to the upper falls alternates between soft trails and exposed rock, the latter of which can be quite slick when wet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fall colors in the fog</td></tr>
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To get to the trailhead, travel north on third street then turn right on fish creek falls road and travel 4 miles to the trailhead. The parking lot is large but can easily fill up.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-719791044844508222017-03-27T10:36:00.000-06:002017-07-01T10:09:32.743-06:00Lionshead Rock (aka Cougar Trail)Distance: 4.5 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 8,005 ft - 9,463 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 1,458 ft<br />
Dogs: Off leash<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Tags: #coloradooutdoors, #hiking, #minturn, #vail<br />
Nearby hikes: <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2016/08/game-creek.html" target="_blank">Game Creek</a>, <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2014/07/two-elks-national-recreation-trail-west.html" target="_blank">Two Elks Recreation Trail</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The view from the Lionshead Rock near Minturn, CO</td></tr>
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Lionshead Rock in Minturn, CO is a local icon and a quick jaunt to this dramatic promontory is a great way to boost the blood flow to brain while getting fido out at the same time. While the route is mostly in the trees, the views at the end of the Mt. of the Holy Cross and surrounding valleys is worth the wait.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading into the Aspen Grove</td></tr>
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Lionshead shares the first half mile with the Game Creek Trail, and the initial sign only mentions Game Creek. Both start out next to a home and quickly climb uphill to a small shelf skirting private property. Strings of rope and surveyors tape admonish the hiker to stay way from their land. Once past this property, the trail dips back down to the valley floor and crosses the creek at a small bridge. The route then stays on the left side of the creek until the junction with the "Cougar Trail", located on the other side of the creek. It is this trail that takes you to Lionshead Rock. There is no bridge over the creek and in the spring run off this can be a raging torrent.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A softer trail segment</td></tr>
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The remainder of the trails switchbacks up through the trees. At one point is passes around a large Aspen grove that is filled with brim in the spring with wild raspberry bushes. At 1.0 miles is a small overlook and shortly thereafter the trail turns sharply eastward and heads dramatically and painfully upwards for almost half a mile. This segment is both unrelenting and very rocky but cardiovascular distress is what makes Lionshead so popular, so dig out the defibrillator and take it at a jog. At 1.9 miles is a second overlook while the rock itself is at 2.25 miles.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lionshead is part of a larger escarpment that is all slowly eroding</td></tr>
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While the trail continues beyond the rock, you'll recognize the destination without difficulty. A short spur trail heads slightly downwards and then upwards onto a broad flat plateau suspended in the air above Minturn. Be advised that a large chunk of this rock broke off in 2014 so use caution while venturing outwards. Eventually mother nature will claim the entire promontory in her perpetual desire for a new look through the geological equivalent of a lift and tuck (mountain building and erosion for those who like to impress their friends with scientific jargon).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The spur trail to the rock itself</td></tr>
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If you don't mind the extra weight, Lionshead rock is a great spot for an afternoon libation combined with gourmet snacks. The adjacent hillsides are filled with Aspens and the wind always seems to blow sweetly, if sometimes a tad forcefully. As a bonus, the route down is not technically difficult in case your decide to consume all your provisions to save the weight on the way down.<br />
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You get to the Lionshead Trail from Hwy 24 in Minturn, which is just south of I-70 and just west of Vail. As you enter Minturn, look for bridge to the left as 24 merges into Main Street. Take this left turn and pass north of the large Saloon. Just past the Saloon is Rail Rd. Turn right here and then left on Taylor Road. This dead ends nears some homes. You will probably see one or two cars parked in a small parking area to the left. The trailhead itself is up a short (100 yard) spur that travels between the houses. A small wooden sign marks the start. Note this is the same trailhead for <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2016/08/game-creek.html">Game Creek</a>. Lionshead splits of a half a mile up the trail.<br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-20319010744754613202017-02-26T07:43:00.000-07:002017-02-26T07:43:24.744-07:00Hog CanyonDistance: 1.6 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 5,380 ft-5,508 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 128 ft<br />
Dogs: Not allowed<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Tags: #pioneers, #hiking, #dinosaurs<br />
Hikes nearby: Fossil Discovery Trail<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yellow Rabbitbrush as the start of the trail</td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Hog Canyon is a short trail on the Utah side of Dinosaur National Monument. If you are visiting the Quarry and its wall of bones anytime in the spring or summer, then Hog Canyon is a must do. Its pastoral beauty will be a welcome change to the bare sediment of the rest of the monument. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entering the canyon</td></tr>
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The Hog Canyon Trail wanders along the edge of a large rock wall and slowly up a small slot canyon until it dead ends. This is not a desert hike, however, but a stroll through an oasis that boasts a bubbling brook and a symphony of croaking toads and chirping insects. Toss in some dappled sunshine and grasses waving in a gentle breeze and you have a recipe that could save thousands in psychotherapy fees. That in itself may be worth the very long drive to Dinosaur National Monument.<br />
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Let me warn you however that in the event of a bird flu apocalypse, Hog Canyon is all mine! I intend to load up the car with a years supply of ramen noodles and beat feet to Utah. Not only is there a serviceable cabin on the premises, but a real spring for year round water. There are areas to graze and spots to garden. In fact the previous owner, Josie Bennet, lived there quite contentedly until the 1960s.<br />
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The trailhead to Hog Canyon is located 10 miles east of the Quarry Visitors Center at the end of Cub Creek Road.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-29141658593204506712017-02-04T12:28:00.000-07:002017-02-04T12:28:11.500-07:00Sourdough South SnowshoeDistance: 5.4 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 9,252 ft - 10,053 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 838 ft (cumulative)<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: Yes<br />
Dogs: Off leash<br />
Tags: #snowshoe, #coloradooutdoors<br />
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The Sourdough Trail north of Nederland on Highway 72 is a popular spot for local winter enthusiasts who don't mind the crowds or limited views. The trail is actually quite long, traversing from County Road 116 in the south to County Road 112 (Brainard Lake Road) in the north. This post profiles a southern segment from the trailhead to the Peace Bridge over Four Mile Creek at 2.7 miles one way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map of the route. Star at the end marks the location of the Peace Bridge.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Sourdough is mostly in the trees</td></tr>
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The Sourdough trail ascends rather gradually at first but then turns sharply upwards at 0.8 miles where the route makes a sharp left turn at an open vista of Niwot Mountain. At 1.4 miles the route crosses an open road and at 1.9 miles there is a large sign marking the trail. There are two small drainages that are crossed that can be easily seen on the map. The bridge itself is located at the bottom of a deeper drainage and may be obscured by snow. The sign for it can only be seen from the other side. The terrain is in the trees most of the time, which can provide shelter on a blustery day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rare "peak-a-boo". Mt. Niwot</td></tr>
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While the parking lot is large and is split into three fingers, it still fills up rapidly on winter weekends, so plan accordingly. The trailhead is located across the road from the parking area and is marked by a large kiosk.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YohAkb3StTJ3hYLx7GK_HPnxMKB-UUAh-d1p4OBgh40rvNNvfjtOJ0qUUA9MY5hbq-AfUWuL6aZKt3CVx5Nvt8nlxkMfXCDIiG_pIrTQrey418d_GNx9I0f6Ii0GsaFxx70nLz-bBwzW/s1600/sourdough_snowshoe+-+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last downhill pitch to the bridge</td></tr>
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To get to the trailhead, travel north on Highway 72 out of Nederland for approximately 8 miles and then turn onto County Road 116. CO Rd 116 is plowed but will be snow packed. The parking lot is located a quarter of mile or so on the left.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peace bridge</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The official sign is only visible after crossing the bridge</td></tr>
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-33644888653096720762017-01-21T11:41:00.000-07:002017-01-21T11:44:27.879-07:00Pioneer Union Ditch SnowshoeDistance: 5 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 9,971 ft to 10,597 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 626 ft<br />
Dogs: Off leash<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Tags: #snowshoe, #coloradooutdoors<br />
Nearby Snowshoes: <a href="http://colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/03/hefferman-gulch-snowshoe.html" target="_blank">Hefferman Gulch Road</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rare "peak-a-boo" along Pioneer Union Ditch</td></tr>
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Pioneer Union Ditch near Idaho Springs is a great place to snowshoe if you hate the hordes, love the seclusion of the trees, and don’t mind finding your way. It spends only 0.7 miles on a well-defined path before diving off into a deep valley filled with interlocking mining roads.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map showing the route up Pioneer Union Ditch</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Leaving Leavenworth Road and heading into the Pioneer Union Ditch</td></tr>
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The trail begins on north side of Guanella Pass and starts up Leavenworth Creek Road, which heads towards the Waldorf Mine. There was no street sign for this road, but it occurs at the first major switchback coming up from Georgetown. Within 0.7 miles, the route leaves the road, which continues sharply upwards towards the right, and instead dives into Pioneer Union Ditch, following old mining roads that hug the valley floor.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hard packed snow, dogs and trees.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Typical segment along a road and in the trees</td></tr>
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Since this is a valley, it is actually hard to get lost. Persistent power lines head west and Leavenworth Creek Road is 200 yards and several hundred feet above on the right.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crossing a more open area</td></tr>
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There is little or no mountain scenery on this trail, but there are Aspens, meadows, and the sound of a crackling brook. On this trip, there was little to no snow for the first 1.5 miles but after that, it picked up. Most of the elevation gain is in the first mile.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading back down on Leavenworth Creek Road</td></tr>
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While we decided to turn around at 2.5 miles Pioneer Union Ditch continues to parallel Leavenworth Creek Road for miles and miles. As an alternative it is about 6 miles (one way) to the Waldorf Mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer">You are viewing a post by Sylvia Murphy at <a href="http://www.colorado-lifestyle.blogspot.com">Colorado Lifestyle</a>.
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</div>sylvia murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036556969652726061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-717214275439167841.post-5877847727683927012016-12-30T16:52:00.002-07:002017-02-20T07:59:58.553-07:00Grizzly LakeDistance: 8 miles round trip<br />
Elevation: 10,653 ft - 12,531 ft<br />
Elevation Gain: 1,878 ft<br />
Bathroom at Trailhead: No<br />
Dogs: On leash (Wilderness)<br />
Tags: #coloradooutdoors, #hiking, #aspen<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hike to Grizzly Lake near Aspen is a must do</td></tr>
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Grizzly Lake near Aspen CO has just become one of my all time favorites. Not only is the trail soft on the paws, but it ascends a breathtaking valley with high walls on either side. When I did the hike in early fall it appeared as if some celestial artist had dribbled the valley walls in green and rufus paint that oozed downwards in an abstract display of color.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trailhead</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The start of the route heads upwards into the trees</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">West side of the valley</td></tr>
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The first 0.6 miles steeply ascends a dense Lodepole forest before breaking out into a stunning glacial valley filled with grasses and spotty willows. Until the final ascent at the end of the valley, the trail weaves in and out of the trees and even crosses a persistent snowbank. It is impossible not to stop and gawk and the peaks on either side of the route. At 2.1 miles is the ruins of an old cabin. There is one stream crossing towards the end of the valley that was easy to navigate, but which would be more problematic in early spring.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">East side of the valley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading up the valley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little further up the route</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking up at the initial shelf</td></tr>
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Like most mountain tarns, Grizzly Lake is tucked at the top of a glacial shelf that is not visible from below. There are two shelves that must be ascended before the final "long switchback" that leads to the upper shelf comes into view. The first shelf is reached at 3.1 miles and the lake itself at 4. All this ascending is arduous with 800 ft being gained in the last mile of the hike. We did this in threatening weather and had to practically bolt upwards in a frantic attempt to reach the lake before Armageddon unfurled. The lake itself is somewhat anticlimactic but the views looking back down the "long switchback" are worth the final ascent.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first shelf</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading up the second shelf</td></tr>
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The major downside of this hike is the long 6.3 mile kidney jostling dirt road one has to slog through to get to the trailhead. We argued the entire time about whether a high-clearance AWD could make the trip. For most of it, they could, but there were one or two very iffy spots that would give me pause in such a vehicle.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the long switchback</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down on the second shelf</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rock wall to the south of the long switchback</td></tr>
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You get to the trailhead by driving eleven miles east of Aspen on highway 82 towards Independence Pass to Lincoln Creek Road. Turn right and drive 6.3 miles on the dirt road to Grizzly Reservoir. The trailhead is on the left of the red buildings of the back country work camp. If you have never driven highway 82 out of Aspen, be prepared to dodge the ubiquitous Porsches that seems to barrel down the road driven by the crazed "locals" who pop in for the weekend on their private jets. In several places the road narrows precipitously and only one car can pass at a time. Recently, there has been quite an issue with commercial trucks who are prohibited from taking the road, but who do so anyway. Big truck + narrow road + expensive car = really bad day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the lake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading back down as the weather cleared</td></tr>
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