I like to think I’m capable of planning ahead. I mean, you should see the lists I make when packing – they get color coordinated and sometimes I start them days in advance. I’m weird like that. But that doesn’t mean I always remember things.
Like that one time when we left home at 1am to drive up to Vail for a 5am hike up Mount of the Holy Cross with Paula. We made it approximately 75 miles away from home (to Frisco, for the local yocals) when gas became a necessity. No big deal. Except for the fact that we both left our wallets at home and only had $0.62 in the car. Not kidding. I counted the change, that is all we had. Seeing how it was about 2:30am at this point we didn’t have a lot of options…
There was a chance we’d make it to the trailhead then bum money off Paula but there was also a chance we’d run out of gas on the narrow mountain road leading to the trailhead. If you have ever driven up an unpaved road leading to a remote trailhead you know how horrible this would be.
We gave up and turned around. There was no way we’d be able to get back to the trailhead in time so I sent Paula an apologetic “gawd, I’m an idiot” text and crawled back into bed.
Seriously, who does that?! Who forgets all of their money at home?! Apparently I do. We do…Chris forgot his wallet too!
Our plan was to hike Holy Cross with Paula and we were really looking forward to hiking with another crazy mountain person but alas, it wasn’t going to happen. We considered giving up on the summit all together but, darn it, I had packed the car! We were going to hike this stupid mountain.
We decided to try again on Saturday night. With a full tank of gas and both wallets we made the drive back into the mountain that evening, found a suitable parking spot at the fairly busy trailhead and did some car camping, literally.
Getting up early and summiting early seems to suit us, and we are actually getting pretty good at the early rising. We left the trailhead at 3:30am with no one ahead of us and a sky full of stars above us.
I had done minimal research on this summit simply because I didn’t have to choose it – Paula already had. However, I did notice we gained 5,600 feet but the trailhead was at 10,320 and the summit peaked at 14,005. This could only mean one thing – there was an up/down between the trailhead and the summit. Great…we got the relief of downhill on the way but we’d have to hike ~1,000 feet up just a few miles from the car. Phooey.
At least it was dark for the first few hours so it was a matter of just following the trail ahead of you – you could not see how far you had to go! We timed the hike perfectly – we were packing away the headlamps as the trail got rocky and a bit more technical.
By the time we got above treeline we had less than 2 miles to go. That didn’t seem too bad, right? Well, it wasn’t. Except for the fact that roughly a mile of that distance was on stairs. Never ending rock stairs. It didn’t completely demolish my quads but it got a little daunting after a while…I was kind of dreading the hike back down.
Eventually we did make it up all the stairs and then up the helter skelter scramble to the summit. It was worth every step…
Another couple was coming down the scramble as we headed up so we were not the first to summit but we did get the summit to ourselves for about 20 minutes. We spent this time being ridiculous and marginally irresponsible with photos. It was a really cool summit with steep drops off a two sides. We had to take the photos just to freak out The Moms!
The trek down always seems like it should be easier but it rarely is. The continual downhill always does a number on the quads! We met quite a few people on the way up as we scampered down but after hit the treeline we spent most of our hike back to the car on our own. It was nice. Peaceful and quiet.
As we hiked back up the ridge that would drop us back to the car we could see Holy Cross looming in the distance behind us. It looked so far away! Just another reason early morning summits are worth it – seeing that mountain so far away would have been demoralizing!
The last few miles seemed to drag on forever but we eventually made it to the car just before noon – probably the quickest and earliest day on a fourteener yet! We celebrated with cold pizza and Mt Dew before making our way back to Denver. The rest of the day was spent recuperating on the couch. This was our seventh summit of the year but it’s the first one we really felt the next day – the stairs did us in! And if we are lucky it won’t be the last one of the year!
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