It was lonely at the top of Indian Pass. I should have been more excited to be at the apex of my hike, nearly 12,000 feet in elevation. In some ways, I felt lame that I wasn’t going any higher—I couldn’t even climb a mountain—but it was sheer rock above. A rubble field spread out below, punctuated by green tufts of vegetation wherever it could eke out a living. The ... [Continue Reading]
The Visitor
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Just as she had insisted that we bring no toilet paper, my little sister insisted that we begin our ascent at dawn. But at dawn, even in August, it was cold in the Colorado Rockies. I balked, but, as with the toilet paper, I lost. So at first frigid light, I boiled water for Grape Nuts and instant coffee while my sister disassembled the tent, hauled down our bear bags, ... [Continue Reading]