So in June 2007, I set out on the first leg of The Colorado Trail, a 480 mile long distance footpath winding from Denver to Durango. I covered the first 5 days, starting in Denver and finishing at Kenosha Pass, not all that far from where I live. And if you read The Gunsmoke Files at the time, you'll recall I didn't really enjoy it all that much.
The scenery was awesome of course - this is Colorado after all. But the temperatures hovered around the high 90's (high 30's for those of you reading in Centipede) all week, which sucked a lot of the fun out of it. And, in case you didn't know this, the ground between Denver and Kenosha Pass slopes up. Sometimes quite dramatically. And my pack was too bloody heavy and my muscles weren't there and my back was giving me problems and...OK, you get the picture. I was glad when it was over.
But kind of like how no woman would go through childbirth a second time, if nature didn't make them forget how bad the first one was, I've had almost 2 years for those bad memories to fade. So tomorrow, I'm setting out on the next leg. Just 3 and a bit days this time, from Kenosha to Breckenridge. Only 33 miles which sounds easy enough. Just as long as I ignore all those contours, and the words "Georgia Pass", and those tiny numbers that look suspiciously like "12,000". Feet, that is. Above sea level.
Ah, how hard can it be? This is going to be a piece of cake.
1 comment:
In my youth, I might have taken something like this on, wondered why during the midst of it, and then reveled in having done it when I was done widdit.
Now, I'll just read your epic ;) Six mile treks on Green Mountain are enough for me these days LOL...
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