Wolf knew just where to go. We piled into his Element and headed for the hills (or mountains, in this case). The drive was beautiful. If you are ever in the Denver/Broomfield area, just hop on um, er, well, the road that leads to Boulder. Then take a turn or two or three and you will find yourself at the head of a beautiful hiking trail (aren’t you glad I’m not your navigator?).
The parking lot was full, so we parked about ¼ of a mile from it and climbed down to the trail. Ok, some of us climbed down; others (who shall remain nameless) slipped on the rocks and slid down on our bums.
We started up the trail, marveling at the beauty around us. Kay hadn’t spent much time in the Boulder area, so she was quite enthralled with the ruggedness of the mountains and the geology of the outcroppings. All of us were, to be honest. It was a wonderful break and exactly what we needed.
We walked for several miles. People on mountain bikes whizzed by; narrowly missing us several times. The sights and sounds and smells were intoxicating. We all agreed that we felt more alive and more relaxed than we had in a very long time. By the time we left, we felt ready to help Dale fight the battle of a lifetime.
Below are more photos from the trip.
Old bridge pilings.A tiny waterfall.
I was liken the blue lichen.Just pretty clouds and neat peaks.
I'd really like to learn to do that!