After last week's epic trek, followed the next day by a four by four and hiking expedition around the Indian Peaks Wilderness area, my legs were not very happy with me. I could hear the phantasmal voices whispering ugly things about the memory of my mother that would be uncivilized to repeat. It took me a few days to recover. That Wolverine-esque healing ability of mine has slowed down just a little as I've grown older. So it goes.
I had contemplated Watrous Gulch, or maybe Dry Gulch for the day's walkabout. A little more toward Watrous, even and especially since Sabina wanted to be with me to see what Dry looked like during the summer with the wildflowers. Maybe we could even go hunting for the wreckage of the ancient airplane crash up Mount Trelease.
Watrous Gulch is only two and a half miles, but you gain twenty-five hundred feet in elevation. As I looked up the valley in the direction of the trail, remembering last week's adventures, something in the back of my skull whispered something along the lines of fuck that noise. I was feeling lazy.
So, I go to pull out the push-mower. It's been two weeks and the monsoon has been plentiful here. Afterward, I'll run the Bull's Head. It's only nearly two miles and three-hundred twenty feet vertical. A milk run. Even scrabbling some of the rock formation, I'll be in my sandals. It'll take an hour, if that. At least I can say I've been out in the bush for a bit.
There'll be the mundanity of running trash. Maybe pop into the library. Tomorrow Sabina and I will do laundry and run some errands up over, taking Loveland Pass home. We already discuss what we'll be grilling for dinner.
I've already promised and/or committed-or should be?-myself to Watrous Gulch next week. Perhaps the day after that Sabina and I will hike Dry Gulch. That other viewpoint of the Citadel will no doubt be spectacular. It is said you can reach some pretty cool camping spots and then hike down the other side of Herman's Gulch-were one so inclined-from there.
However, that's a week off, today I'm just going to be lazy...
As an avid hiker, I would love to visit these areas someday! Sounds fun and challenging. Of course the day afterwards I may not be saying the same thing :)
ReplyDeleteOr you might be telling yourself the small pains were worth it ;).
DeleteA week off isn't a bad thing, though your "milk run" idea doesn't sound lazy to me--it's still getting out there, just a bit easier on the bones.
ReplyDeleteWell, I have been able to walk easier after that trek. Probably a good thing.
DeleteAll this talk of possibly thinking about committing one's self to ponder doing something active next week sometime, even in sandals, is making me tired.
ReplyDeleteNaptime!
Sorry to have worn you out so easily ;p.
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