. 6:49am mountain time. Oops.
. Peanut butter and jelly, trail mix, banana, water.
. National Center for Atmospheric Research trails. The sun is out and the base of the mountain is gold grass.
. Breathing is not easy on the ascents. I’m just stretching my legs, though, and muddling over the choices of hikes. 3 miles later and I’m almost to Chautauqua. Oops.
. Two hummingbirds dance around each other. I think of Daisy & Floyd.
. Next, Gregory Canyon. 4 mile loop.
. What kind of fuckery is this? First mile straight up. My mental mantra sounds like “oh fuck, I’m dying, fuck me, I’m dead, I’m dying, fuuuuck”.
. I reach the summit and realize I’m at the same place as yesterday. 6872 elevation. Realization Point. No altitude sickness today. Well, that’s something.
. So much wildlife here. I think about how little wildlife I see in the Red. Why is that?
. The only other “solo” hikers I see are men. Two days of being outside and no other women hiking solo. I’m genuinely surprised.
. 2pm and 10 miles.
. One beer and I’m extra tipsy. Hello mountain air. Oops.
. I reconsider the 14er I thought I would attempt tomorrow. I want one more day to acclimate. Bear Peak or Gem Lake?
. Tempeh reuben, Big Krame Kölsh, ibuprofen.