I’ve got a few good days in recently, but the weather had a bad habit of thwarting my big plans for multiple 14ers. Rather than risk it, I decided to stay local for the week and tackled some of the backyard terrain.
I took a run up to the Snack Bar again, this time with dark clouds and threatening skys. I never got more than a drizzle but moved a bit faster due to the approaching lightning. My time up and back is getting faster and faster.
I ran up Mt. Crested Butte over the weekend as well. I hadn’t been up to the top since EFreson and I took Sunset Ridge to the summit (a story for another post). It’s an awesome mountain and I decided I’ll have to sink money into a pass this year. I love it up there. At the top, most of the tourists were pretty confused when I told them I started at the bottom rather than riding the chair. Yes, people around here do that kind of thing. Welcome.
And I spent Sunday dodging rain at Hartman Rocks. The trails were strange: really buff and nice in some sections, deep sand and washed out in others. Regardless, I had an awesome ride. A couple crashes kept my attention. The cloud cover made it nice and cool all day. I hardly saw anyone.
The Gunnison valley is pretty magical, really.