With some pride and confidence up my sleeve from the Decalibron achievement of last week, I ran full speed into another 14-er challenge.
Mt Elbert is the highest peak in CO and second highest in the contiguous USA. There are several trails to the top but if you are looking for the most trafficked, least technical and easiest to find and follow trail, with the shortest mileage, then Elbert from the North Trailhead is your winner.
The trailhead and parking lot is easy to find even in the dark when unfamiliar and tired! It sits just outside of Leadville at an elevation of about 10,000 ASL and while the gravel road is a bit squirrely, its doable no matter what you drive. I got there well into the night and parked up for a few hours of rest before popping awake, rearing to go. My friend Kat, was already there. She was organized and mostly asleep when I knocked on her 4-runner window in the dark, my headlamp turned on myself so she'd recognize me before winding down a window. Creepy for sure, but an effective check-in when you don't have cell service!
It was a Saturday night. The parking lot was about a third full and all was quiet. All was apparently dark too after I discovered I had about 2 mins of headlamp juice left in the batteries. Well, that was going to make for an adventurous hike at 4:15am, with little moon light, in the forest, was it not?!
Scheduled departure went off without a hitch and I enjoyed hiking in the darkness, chatting away merrily. The trail was not so bad and neither was our pace in the dark.
Sunrise around 6am, brought with it some warmth, color and renewed enthusiasm on my part. We were still in the trees. About 3 of the 5 miles of this ascent were below treeline, which suited me just fine since rain and thunderstorms were likely later and that meant the goal was to get below treeline again by noon. Nobody wants to be struck by lightning, am I right?!
5 miles; doesn't seem that far but 5 miles consistently UP 4500' of rocky terrain is nothing to sneeze at. At 4 miles in, I was feeling the altitude. It was hard to swallow food and water, I felt lightheaded and it could be said there was some brain fog. I slowed it way down and Kat went on ahead. I saw her turning to check on me from time to time though! It's not that I thought I wasn't going to make it, it's just that it was only going to get slower and for sure wasn't looking pretty. I gave her the thumbs up. Misery loves company and I was definitely not the only one on the trail in this condition.
A bit about Mt Elbert.
At 14,400' its the tallest thing I have taken a run at since 2019 - in Peru! And while it has a reputation for being one of the easy ones, I believe it earned the designation "EASY" by having an easier to follow/find, non techical path to the top. This completely overlooks the fact a human being is dragging ones breathless ass up a steep hill endlessly for 5 miles. That they are gaining 4500' while simultaneously losing O2 in each breath. And that is not, in fact, easy!
It is pretty however.
A false summit looming...
Once you get to the false summit (the last one) it's not so bad reaching the top 10 mins later.
I summited a little before 9:15am. And as you would expect from the highest point in Colorado, plonked amidst the Rocky Mountains, there are stunning views in every direction. The wind was calm, the temperature was perfect and so far so good on cloud accumulation that could later become dangerous weather up here.
The top of Mt Elbert was a hive of slow activity. Lots of the people who had recently passed me were friendly and encouraging. I enjoyed stopping a while to hear their stories.
There was a group of 109 (not a typo) who were here from Lincoln NE. Work colleagues being treated to a weekend in Breckenridge, all meals and expenses paid, including being paid for the "work hours" they were not actually working. It was a reward for meeting health goals this past year and their CEO - a 73 year old chap - was hiking Mt Elbert with them. He passed me!!! The group was spread over a couple of hours on the trail with everyone going at their own pace. Spaced hiking leaders, complete with emergency SPOT devices and walkies were mingled in. Everyone wore bright red bandanas on their daypacks. From the young men who bounced up the trail to the middle-aged, heavier members, they all smiled through the challenge and supported each other. It filled my soul with warm fuzzies and motivation!
At the top I also met a couple in their late sixties who had hike up the Southern Trail, arriving when I did. The southern trail from Twin Lakes is longer and harder!!! They let me borrow their summit sign and he took my picture. So sweet! (Perhaps the neatest handwriting on one of these signs I have ever, and will ever see!)
I spent about 30 mins at the top - but during that time I never found Kat and had to conclude that we missed each other on final approach to the summit where it was possible to take several different paths. She likely passed me as she departed. I think I was 20+ mins behind her at this point.
It was the first time I had sat down since crawling out of bed in my 4-runner at 4am and was surprised to learn that was over 5 hours ago. I forced in a protein bar and choked it down with lots of water. Eating and drinking was not something I felt like doing at all, but even my foggy brain knew it was necesary. After slathering sunscreen on my face, it was time to leave.
Going down was pretty nice, I'm not going to lie. That 20 minute sit-down had done wonders for my breathing and being able to direct O2 from leg muscles back to brain was working for me. I had the distinct pleasure of seeing bumble bees, a marmot, pika up here, and a ptarmigan flew right past my head not 3' from me, squawking as it went! Not bad for a mountain that I'd say was not a wildflower or wildlife Mecca as some of the other hikes have been.
Marmot
It wasnt until several miles in, near treeline, that I felt I hit a wall. Brainfog was back and so was that lightheadedness that I find makes me clumsy.
At this time, I had been walking for at least an hour with the second oldest person on trail. Peter from The Villages in Florida was 71. He was chatty, upbeat and an extremely accomplished hiker of 14ers. He seemed to know that if he told me his life story, the story of all 3 marriages, his wives life stories and all the travel he had done and was about to do, it would keep me distracted for 3 miles. When I started to slow, he encouraged me to not overthink it or mentally give in to it, but to keep moving forward. He also poured on the advice to stop trying to do things by myself and actively seek a husband with whom to share my goals and joys with.... as he hiked without his wife! Peter was a devout Catholic and a Trumper with an ultra-liberal daughter living in Portland OR. He referred to his daughter as "mostly good" and I think (just guessing) that he struggled to understand her liberal leanings. Hahaha. I actually really grew to like this man. We were so different in so many ways, yet deep down shared a love for nature and travel and supporting other humans the best we can with acts of kindness, charity and genuine empathy. Plus, this is how he described his wife; "She's perfect." Awwwww.....You don't hear that very often!
Kat met me near the bottom. She had come down almost running part of the trail and had been there over an hour already. Closure for her was making sure I was down and safe. Closure for me, was making sure she ate some of the food I had packed for the post hike refuel prior to driving 3+ hours home. In went the egg and veggie croissant, Cheez-its and cherries! Then we parted ways.
I70 was it's usual dire mess heading east toward Denver. The residual slow-downs of 3 crashes meant the drive was 45 mins longer than it needed to be.
My brake foot was tired and I made the decision to use the express lane from just before Idaho Springs to just before the turn off to Clear Creek Canyon. I'll update this when the toll posts to my account and we'll both know how much that cost me. But it saved me another 15 minutes I think, and it was awfully satisfying to pass 300 cars! To be honest, I'm not sure I care how much it cost me.
Final note - Monday Morning thoughts:
Yesterday, I did feel like I was struggling... big time. I had serious doubts about my capabilities and the thought crossed my mind that Kilimanjaro wasn't such a great idea for me. But looking back, with 24 hours worth of perspective, I've realized a few things and am willing to soldier on with faith and hope if nothing else, leaving the question of "can I or can't I?" until October 17, when it will definitely answer itself.
- Walking 1mph at altitude, uphill, including gear on and off breaks and photo stops, is not insufficient.
- I was hiking with Kat who is younger, lighter, incredibly well hiked this season already and in training for a Aconcagua. She doesnt use or need Diamox for these hikes. The possibility exists that I unfairly and inappropriately compared myself to her. (Doh! How very unhealthily human of me!)
- Unlike Decalibron where I felt pretty great all day, I had slept lower and less time, and hiked higher yesterday on Mt Elbert. I also didnt eat before hiking - room for improvement there, obviously.
- Not all days are created equal and there is room for the possibility of it being an off-day without needing me jumping to conclusions about not being physically equipped to handle Kilimanjaro.
I think I'll just find another mountain to summit and keep teaching my body that stress and hardship is temporary and nothing to panic over. Learning to get mentally strong is apparently 50% of what it takes to summit Kili. I know I can increase my mental fortitude.... Persistence and courage don't depend on normal levels of oxygen, right?
You know, I really felt SO organized by 11am this morning. Lists were made, food bought, pack organized, car packed and bed made in said car. Wrigley oversaw the operation and then inspected the result. That's right, I'm working up to blaming Wrigley for what actually transpired!
Leaving just after 5pm, I decided to go via 285 through Fairplay - Well Google suggested it but I didn't disagree. The road that rose up in front of me was not so busy and muchly beautiful. TMJ pain plagued me but thoughts of car camping and hiking high in the mountains tomorrow kept me smiling.
At Alma, I stopped for food-truck dinner at Otto's. Really good, FYI! And the folks there were incredibly nice to me.
Park County Rd 8 (Buckskin) out of Alma was wash-boardy but not too bad... for the first 5.5 miles toward Kite Lake. Then it's like the county lost interest! Giant holes and large rocks meant my clearance was just good enough to eek through at 5mph in 4 wheel drive. (Thanks be to the TRD design team!!!) I made a mental note to look into off-road lessons and just kept going - all the way to the trail head at Kite Lake. 6 off-road vehicles met me there. I deposited the fee and carried on. Just enough time to wash face, brush teeth and photograph the moon then set up for bed. It's GORGEOUS up here!
It was about this time I leaned on my cot and felt wooden slats... the wooden slats typically disguised by an inflatable mattress. Said mattress was still nicely deflated and bagged in my closet.
We do the best we can, right?! I moved the slats closer to each other to fill the gaps and laid out a couple of blankets. I'm a bit precious in many respects, but this wasn't going to hold me back. The alarm was set for 5 am. Let's do this!
5:35am departure from 'camp' and I think I was about #6 to leave. The 14-ers trail maintenance crew who was camped up here too was already up and doing group stretching/motivational talks. Impressive.
My hiking adventure today was to be a loop trail, clockwise direction. In theory, 7.2 miles. In practice, with lots of added steps to accommodate a very non-linear, traction-challenged trail, probably a lot closer to 8 miles.
From Kite Lake (11,750') I headed straight up to the saddle between Mt Democrat and Mt Cameron. The sun was rising.
A hundred pikas scurried about their business between the rocks and ample alpine flowers, calling to each other incessently. One even decided the 'traffic island' rock garden on my path was where she wanted to pick her bouquet. You betcha I turned her foraging into a short movie!
I reached the saddle at 6:50am and was now at about 13,400'.
At the saddle, I went left and began the large rock (sometimes scramble) part of this ascent. I was ever so grateful for my poles and surprised that my body was feeling rather fantastic. Could it have been the hydration tablet and lots of water I drank at 1am? The diamox I took at the same time? That I was indeed having a week where energy seemed plentiful? Probably a little of each, but IMHO a lot of these tough hikes are done in the world's most beautiful places... This was no exception. I was among the flowers, with 360 degree views, at an ideal temperature, alone and quiet with just the pika's and my thoughts. Mentally, I was having what some might call a Rocky Mountain high event. It carried me along with a smile.
I reached the false summit of Mt Democrat at about 7:30am...
... And the actual summit 10-15 mins later. There was the obligatory selfie, some water and a power bar.
Yeah, O2 saturation a little on the low side but heart rate was good courtesy of the Diamox. I felt breathless, but otherwise just fine. Surprisingly no muscles were burning yet... after a 2400' climb!
Some chit chat with a couple of other hikers and then I was off again. Back down the rocky trail to the saddle from whence I had come. One down, 3 peaks to go!
And now very much UP the other side of the saddle to Mt Cameron. This next 800' feet of elevation gain was tougher. The trail was not harder... just a different kind of climb and building on 2500' already under my belt. I was getting slower and breathing harder, but not light headed and that's a good thing!
The next pic is Mt Cameron... its a mound of rocks! What you see is not the top, it's another false summit. (They really should rename this hike "False Summit Loop" since every mountain seems to have one!)
It might surprise you (like me) to learn that despite this looking simply like a pile of rocks to clamber up, there is life up here. Flowers growing between the rocks, bee's and other insects making hay while the sun shines. More pika but not as many as around 13,000'.
Mt Cameron; I might have missed the actual top and kept walking toward Mt Lincoln, if it hadn't been for the older gentlemen reclined and resting there. I spent some quality time catching my breath and hearing about his hiking achievements. 42 14-ers under his belt. He started in 1988 and is still going. Not only was he kind enough to take my picture here (9:35am) but he also gave me sunscreen for my face. (I have no idea what I did with mine but I know it wasn't on my face and that's a mistake!)
Mt Lincoln, here I come. ETA 10:05am.
It was actually relatively short and easy between Cameron and Lincoln. A little up and down, but only a 40' gain in the end. I walked this portion with a young man from Divide, CO. He sported his mom's hand-me-down Nikon and was the only other person I saw who was capturing the minutia of the journey as I was. (Although, I didn't dare pack the weight of my big camera and was putting all my eggs in the cellphone basket today.)
At the top of Mt Lincoln I also met a pair of young men who captured mountain memories using their own traditions. They gave me a heads up to turn away before the down-trou portion of their plan! (I know right?! So many young ladies up here hiking together or bringing their dogs... none of them would ever think "I know, I'll preserve this memory with a bare bottom picture!" It's definitely a Y-chromosome thing! LOL Each to their own.)
I took the opportunity to get another O2 saturation reading. There had been a few seconds of lightheadedness recently. I was holding steady... really steady. All of my readings today had me around 80-82% saturation and heart rate 118-126. My muscles were still not complaining so I assumed they were getting all that they needed. And honestly, I was just overjoyed that there was not a ouchy spot developing anywhere at this point.
All that remained was Mt Bross and then what was reputedly the most brutal and treacherous downhill back to Kite Lake.
The hike to Mt Bross looked... boring. Not that I didn't relish the thought of a leg without strenuous uphill but from a distance it appeared to be a dusty and dead trail, exposed to blaring sun with little beauty.
I was wrong. I'm always wrong about these things! Up close and personal, the trail reveals thriving plant and insect life, plenty of color and that delightful buzzy bee vibration. I had been making pretty good time so decided to stop and immerse myself in some of this wonder for a few minutes here and there.
Heads up if you are reading this and planning your own loop. As you approach Mt Bross theres a final push uphill, of course. A trail sign tells you to bear right at a fork. There is a pile of rocks blocking the left prong of that fork. IGNORE this sign and take the path going left. It's a much more direct route to the summit. Going right took me slightly downhill then up a steep and sand-gravelly set of switchbacks. They are challenging! Its bad enough that this is the path down to the trail head after summiting without including it in the ascent too, IMHO.
For me, the highlight of Mt Bross was the view straight out to Democrat, Cameron and Lincoln. My previous achievements all in a line.
Mt Cameron
Mt Democrat
Mt Lincoln
It was 11:25am, I was starting to feel the weight of the day creeping up on me - and looking forward to being back at the car. Also hoping that my appetite would return on the descent. It appeared that above about 13,000' no matter how much energy I expended, I just didn't feel like eating. I forced in water and was staying hydrated but the calories I carried in my pack were along for a day trip like me! I had eaten nothing much more than a power bar and half a banana today and eventually that would bite me... so to speak.
The downhill...
It wasn't super unpleasant most of the time. Just unstable and requiring a lot of concentration to stay upright. With poles it was totally doable but still put a lot of strain on already tired knees. With the right boots, toes and ankles were offered the protection that was vital in these conditions. Slowly, slowly (too slowly) the parking lot was getting closer, the ground was getting greener.
It was such a relief to get to the part where trail maintenance was apparent! One could even imagine steps in places. And if I didn't know better, I could see the work of a master gardener at work. Flowers spilling out of every crevice. Perfect in every way. AND near the bottom, a little waterfall of melty snow too!
I don't think I really knew how 'done' I was until only a few hundred yards from the trailhead, I attempted one last squat for what might have been the loveliest of compositions... flowers in the low foreground and a sweeping vista of mountains behind, with trail leading me in at the mid-ground. At that moment I realized, I had no more squats left in me. Any attempt to get down low would result in me unable to get back up. It was ok to take the pics I had and be grateful for them and only them.
Back at the car it was almost 1pm. I took a full 40 mins to eat my egg and veggie croissant, drink lots of electrolyte replacement and poke in a couple of ibuprofen for the road. I spent the time with a cool young lady from Golden CO and her dog who, to be fair, was already asleep in the car! We discussed camping arrangements and cot options. They had just finished the loop too and were prioritizing the same... eating, drinking and resting properly before the drive home.
I was home and showered by 4:30pm! And guess what? Still feeling really good.
Bonus: My pedicure was still intact. Not a chip missing to my utter surprise!