Stands tall in the lower Roaring Fork Valley near Carbondale, Colorado. Although only weighing in at 12,966 feet (a pipsqueak compared to Colorado's numerous 14,000ers) it's an impressive peak.
I set out to hike it, with cooperative skies, light winds and an early start. Everything was honky dory until my descent. I followed some sporadic cairns that led me into another drainage. I checked my map. It showed a route down along West Sopris Creek, which would eventually lead to an exit. All was not lost! Bonus miles!
I followed game trails and at times no trails. Down, down down I went until I saw a Black Lab and a pile of clothes nearby. I quickly surmised the garments didn't belong to the dog.
"Hello!" I called out. I didn't want to surprise anyone.
It was just like Adam meeting Eve for the first time, only different.
I was wearing shorts and a tank top. She wasn't even sporting a fig leaf.
"Uh sorry. I kind of got off track from Sopris, could you please point the trail out to me?"
I made a monumental effort to make total eye contact. (Mostly).
"Sure. Follow that trail downhill and it'll take you to the trailhead." She wasn't even blushing!
I thanked her and awkwardly apologized again.
Her answer? "The pleasure was mine!"
You gotta love it!
Jeff with clothes on from Ouray, Colorado
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