Mount Belford

To celebrate our second wedding anniversary, my husband and I decided to climb a mountain. Late June is still pretty early for mountain climbing, especially with all the late season moisture we got this winter, but we decided we would go for it anyways.

We chose Mount Belford (14,067'), accessible down Clear Creek Road outside of Buena Vista, Colorado. We arrived late Friday night and camped right off the road about a mile past the trailhead. With seven miles and 4,000 feet of elevation gain ahead of us, we went to bed early that evening.

In the morning, we got an early start, hiking the first mile and a half of switchbacks in the dark. The water crossing was very high, so we took a half-mile detour to see if there was a better spot to cross - there's not! So we took off our shoes and crossed the icy knee-deep water. After the water crossing we quickly made it to tree-line and began our ascent of Mount Belford.

We saw several other groups on the trail, but the mountain wasn't too busy. We made it to the top in time for lunch, but the clouds started building around us. We decided not to bag two peaks in one day, and we left Mount Oxford for another day.

I was grateful for the icy water crossing on the way down because my feet were sore from the first fourteener of the season. After a wonderful hike, we made it back to van-trouble; it wouldn't start. It turns out we had jostled the battery lose on the washboard road. Luckily, Justin had it up and running with enough time for us to make our dinner reservation at Mount Princeton Hot Springs. Of course, we soaked in the over-priced hot springs, too.

It was a wonderful anniversary, and I am looking forward to many more adventures to come.

Just Fritzin' Around

Every winter, we plan an epic trip to one of the 10th Mountain Division Huts. This winter, we went to Fritz Hut.

Fritz Hut is located just outside of Aspen, Colorado - a short jaunt from home. We started our skin up at 9:00 am. The first portion of the trail is gradual and lovely. The second portion is long and steep. I was grateful to have skins on my cross country skis; without skins I would've been hiking up.

After 5 tricky miles we arrived at the hut. We quickly made a fire and began preparing appetizers. We were lucky to find an old guitar at the hut, and we enjoyed singing (poorly) and playing the guitar into the night.

The next day we woke up early and headed out to go exploring. We ventured up Bald Mountain, which was an easy skin-up and a fun ski down - especially on cross country skis. The remainder of our afternoon was spent sledding, throwing snowballs and drinking hot chocolate on the porch.

The ski down consisted of cramping legs, a powerful snowplow stance and an inevitable broken pole. I tried to ski the remainder of the downhill with only one pole, but struggled to keep my balance. I ended up walking the remaining mile and a half to the car.

Saturday Sopris Summit

"The early bird gets the summit," is the mantra I repeated to myself as I rolled out of bed at 2:30 am. Hitting the trail at 3:00 am was rough, and even though there was a full moon, we still needed headlamps. The trail was rocky and hiking it in the dark was not ideal, but we hiked on.

Finding ourselves above tree-line as the sun began to rise made hiking in the dark for 3 hours totally worth it! It was a magnificent sunrise; one I won't ever forget.

Sopris defeated me last summer, and I was determined to summit that stubborn mountain this summer. From the trailhead to the summit the hike is around 13 miles roundtrip. When you combine that with the intense elevation gain it makes for a really long day. The summit of Mount Sopris stands at 12,966' high.

We reached the summit around 9:00 am, and were happily surprised by the lack of wind - and people! We spent an hour alone on the summit of Mount Sopris sharing snacks and celebratory beer!

We began our decent at 10:00 am and were thrilled when we made it to Thomas Lakes around noon. We took a long break at the lakes and as the storm clouds began rolling in we decided to keep heading down to the car.

The last 2 1/2 miles of the hike felt like an eternity, but we kept trucking none-the-less. It was the perfect Saturday to summit Sopris, and I couldn't be more excited to have made it to the top!

Mount Sherman

“Climb the mountain not to plant your flag, but to embrace the challenge, enjoy the air and behold the view. Climb it so you can see the world, not so the world can see you.” - David McCullough

My husband loaded up the vansion and we headed over Independence Pass and into Leadville for the weekend to camp with family. And on Sunday, we decided to try our hand at the peak that's been dubbed "Colorado's easiest fourteener," Mount Sherman. 

We began our hike at 6:30 am; the trailhead is just a short distance from the town of Leadville, and was easy to find. The trail gets rocky and steep rather quickly; however, and we soon found ourselves scrambling up loose rock and gravel towards the high ridge in view above us. Switchbacks take you to the saddle where you join the trail from Fair Play and head up the ridge. 

For someone with a healthy fear of heights, like me, the ridge walk turned out to be slightly daunting but mostly harmless. We summited at 9:00 am, took a break and ate a snack. The sun snuck behind the clouds, and as the wind chill picked up, we decided to head back down. 

As we began our decent we noticed a steady line of people on the ridge heading towards the summit. I was happy to have missed the crowds. We were back at the car just before noon and were happy and grateful to have summited another of Colorado's mighty fourteeners. 

Cheers to Justin's mom, Diane, who didn't think she had another summit in her, but made it to the top of Mount Sherman triumphantly! 

Engaged on Mount Elbert

We had been planning a special hike to the top of Mount Elbert for several weeks, but were rained out multiple weekends’ prior. We finally decided that we would just wake up early enough that the afternoon thunderstorms wouldn't be an issue because by the time they rolled in we'd already be back to the car. My husband, Justin, woke me up at 2:30 am on Sunday, July 29. We grabbed a couple granola bars and guzzled down as much coffee as humanly possible.

We made it to the Mount Elbert trailhead at 4:45 am and started our hike in the dark. It was a grueling beginning to a brutal hike up to 14,440 feet. We were thrilled, after four strenuous hours of hiking to finally reach the summit. We took pictures and celebrated our climb with delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and ice-cold beer. Just before we were ready to hike back down, Justin suggested we walk over and take one more look to the west.

He then got down on one knee, pulled a ring out of his pocket and proposed. I don't know if it was the altitude or the shock of the proposal, but I almost blacked out at this point. It took me a second to reel it back in before saying, "yes!" (of course). The crowd of other climbers on the summit began cheering and hollering for us, and we remained at the top basking in excitement for a while longer before heading back down to the truck.