As I lay in the tent I could hear the heavy footsteps of the bear as it entered the camp. It began sniffing at my tent and somehow I knew it was a matter of time before it was coming in. Silently I opened the lock blade on my pocketknife and waited. If it was a Grizzly, I didn’t have a reasonable chance to survive an attack, but if I could just inflict enough damage, maybe it would leave without harming anyone one else. “If I can save the rest of ‘The Family’” I grimly thought, “that wouldn’t be a bad way to check out.” Just then the massive head came through the nylon tent wall and the big Grizzly’s first bite was to my shoulder….
That’s when I woke up back home in Cincinnati as my stupid, stupid cat was clawing my shoulder in an attempt to wake me up. Once the cat (and bear) were locked out of the room, I could reminisce in peace about what actually happened on the home stretch of the hike.
On Day 29 we still had 75 miles to go. Five of us, The Family and Gimpy, got a ride up to Molas Pass on a sunny Saturday morning. This section of trail was popular with the mountain bikers and we were passed by over 100 of them. We hit the high pass (12,500 ft) at the same time as a nasty looking thunderstorm, waited about an hour as it slid by, but ended up staying dry for another day. This made for long day as wehad trouble finding a good camp site. With 20 miles in, we camped with Gimpy and caught back up to Bob.
Day 30 was a tough water day. Six of us started out, loading up on water at Straight Creek, 7.5 miles into the day. The next sure water source was 22 miles distant, though we heard from a north bound hiker that there was a small supply in 15 miles. Since his trail name was Pants on Fire, I had my doubts. Each of us carried 3 liters of water, but we would need it all, and more, if we couldn’t make it to water today. The sun was out in force from sunup to sundown. Much of the trail was old Forest Service roads which let in most of the sun’s power, drying us out.
The views were still tremendous, so that part stayed great. Our merry band picked up another member when a southbounder that was going to take another week to finish suddenly decided to speed up and stay with “the cool kids table.” Casey was a science student and stated he wanted to work at a job that hadn’t been invented yet. Hmmm, maybe he’ll be a flying car mechanic.
At 7 pm, after hiking 22.5 miles in the blazing sun, we happened across the water supply and a spot to set up 7 tents. You wouldn’t think people would be so excited to get a drink of water out of a small, mossy creek, but when it’s the only option, it tastes wonderful.
By day 31 things are starting to wind down. Gimpy and Bob take off early, but The Family is going to hike about 16 miles today, leaving 14 or so to get to the finish in Durango. We record the last of Golden’s Monday Videos for her blog. This one involves five hikers dancing (poorly) down the trail to the relaxing strains of We Found Love by Rihanna. In addition, we still climb to over 12,000 feet one last time.
As we walk a high ridge, a look to the left provides a view that reminds me of the Smoky Mountains, but more rugged. A glance to the right gives me a view of snow touched majesty that is classic San Juan Mountains. Eventually we drop down far enough to get back into Aspen trees and camp near a “gurgling” stream.
The last day is spent on a slow drop in altitude down to around 7,000 feet. Although by most standards the scenery remains tremendous, it can’t compete with the above the tree line views of the previous day. By midafternoon, we reach a sign telling us we are done; all five members of The Family have thru-hiked the Colorado Trail. After congratulatory hugs and photos, we start walking towards Durango and its hotels, showers and brewpubs. Luckily we all quickly get a ride.
After cleaning up, The Family meets up at Carver’s Brewpub in downtown Durango. As promised, they provide a free glass of Colorado Trail, Nut Brown Ale to all through hikers. The evening is spent reliving recent memories with great new friends, plates of good food and more than enough beer. The trip has been, in a word, epic; simply epic.
Back in Cincinnati and fully awake, I pull on my running shoes and limp out to the road for a training run. I’ll be back in Colorado for the race up Pike’s Peak in a few short weeks. Refusing (denying) to get old is a never ending task.
A few quotes to leave you with:
If you have not touched the rocky wall of a canyon. If you have not heard a rushing river pound over cobblestones. If you have not seen a native trout rise in a crystalline pool beneath a shattering riffle, or a golden eagle spread its wings and cover you in shadow. If you have not seen the tree line recede to the top of a bare crested mountain. If you have not looked into a pair of wild eyes and seen your own reflection. Please, for the good of your soul, travel west.”
Daniel J. Rice
I’ll fly on a plane and people will look out the window at thirty thousand feet and say, ‘Isn’t this view good enough for you?’ And I say no, it’s not good enough. I didn’t earn it. In the mountains, I earn it.”
There is wisdom in climbing mountains… For they teach us how truly small we are.”
And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high