Just Call Me Jeremiah

I recently went on vacation, 2 weeks even.  It was glorious.  I headed to Colorado to enjoy the fall, but instead I wound up enjoying the arrival of an early winter.  The first week I spent in Estes Park, just outside Rocky Mountain National Park.  I had never been there before and was looking forward to some hiking and biking.  Due to the cold temperatures (dropped to 10 degrees one night), biking was out.  However I did do some hiking.  In particular, I took a 5 hour hike to a mountain lake who's name I forget.  As I hiked higher into the mountains, the snow kept piling up and the people around me kept dropping off.  Finally, I ended up alone at the little mountain lake: barren, frozen, cold, isolated.  Here's a picture:

 

I felt a little bit like Jeremiah Johnson:

This was my first experience hiking any real distance in the snow.  Although I don't particularly like the cold, I really enjoyed it.  Something about the quiet, the solitude, the barren landscape.  Perhaps I'll try it again.

Comments

[Bryan]

Looks beautiful. Kind of like Houston, only different.