Just a quick update. I'm in Grand Lake Co, about 1200 miles complete. It took me a long time to get here from Breckenridge due to alot of detours. I spent a week hanging out in Breck, going to live music, bbq's, playing with Olive's dog, and watching lots of TV. It was great.
I got back on trail with Breeze, since Sweet As didn't want to hang around town for long. We hiked some grueling ridges that kicked our butts, then summitted Greys and Torrey, two 14ers. Feeling the urge to not hike anymore, Breeze called a good friend as we approached I-70 and she came and picked us up and promptly whisked us off to a carnival. We stuffed our faces with footlong corndogs and cotton candy, and bought ride bracelets that allowed us to spin and swirl until we thought we would puke. It was fantastic.
The next day, we helped Sarah clean out her old house in crazy hot temperatures, then headed down to the creek for some extreme river tubing. After a few failed attempts, we figured out how to stay on out tubes, sort of. My legs are covered in bruises and Breeze drew blood, but it was a great day.
The best part of staying with Sarah, besides her incredible hospitality and great company, was the puppies! She had an American bulldog, and her boyfriend had two blue nose pit bulls, and we fell in love with them. So many sloppy puppy kisses! Every since we left we have talked about wanting a puppy. But doggies don't like thru hiking, so maybe later :(
When Breeze and I got back on trail the trail gods were angry at us. In one day, he woke up puking, we got slammed with a hail storm, drenched with rain, chased of the ridge and forced to walk an extra 7 miles to avoid exposure to lightening and thunder, and Breeze's phone got a little too moist and broke. We finally set up camp early on an expose field above tree line instead of hiking into more doom and gloom, and got soaked a second time as we were setting up the tent. But once inside the tent we ate chocolate, listened to some tunes and dried out. And it was the best night of sleep ever.
We rallied and kept hiking, and luckily dodged more storms, and started making better mileage. For some reason this section sucked in regards to terrain, and it was hard to feel like we were making good time or distance. As a result, we ran out of food half a day short. We had hoped for a small trading post at a campground to be open, but sadly it was closed. We resorted to asking campers in the campground if there had any food we could buy from them. Thankfully we found a great guy that was leaving later that morning and fed us the leftover food he had from his long weekend camping. While we would have made it to town without, his generosity saved us from getting "hangry" at each other and saved the day!
So the last few weeks have been slow and consisted of very little hiking, but have been a blast all the same. From here, there is one more stop in Colorado, Steamboat Springs, then onto Wyoming! I'm so excited to pick up the pace a bit as the mountains turn back into hills, and my Pops is coming out to visit in Yellowstone! The race is on to meet him there! 567 miles in 18 days...