Out of all the hikes, Quandary Peak (14,265) was by far the most challenging and ten of my faithful friends traveled to Colorado to climb this "fourteener" on a day that was blessed with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. According to all the veterans, this is a good thing as we heard horror stories of thunderstorms and lighting bolts ruining a day on the mountain. But lucky for us the hike continued uneventfully and as we climbed we encountered numerous mountain goats on the trail who nonchalantly passed by us with little more than a snort as we gasped for air while walking precariously over the rocks.
The view from the top gave us all pause as we realized that after slowly maneuvering step by step up the last 2000 feet, we actually made it. What an accomplishment and as I gazed around at the breathtaking view, I was humbled by the sheer magnitude of the climb. This is only one of fifty-five "fourteeners" and I felt like a small fly balancing on top of the mountain. I did not have long to reflect on the meaning of life because when my naturally funny cohorts stopped gasping and recovered from their ragged breathing--the hilarity began. I will only mention bathroom issues and gastronomical repercussions--and now my lips are sealed because what happens on the mountain stays on the mountain.
The last hike was in Governor Dodge State Park where Rob and I strolled over gently rolling hills and through flower laden prairies while we marveled at our good fortune to be in a place where preserving our natural land has been a priority. Without standing too long on my soapbox, let's make sure state and national parks are financially supported and maintained so future generations will be able to enjoy them as I have for this nonstop, hiking heaven of a sixtieth year.
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