¿Tired of these constant mountain mega picture threads yet? Too bad. There's hundreds and hundreds of mountains I've yet to summit. So on with the latest trip...
It seemed like the idea of taking a weekend off from hiking was destined to fail form it's inception. Not three days into the week rumors began to swirl as schedules and preferences were coordinated. By Friday it was on, Quandary Peak on Sunday. The week's cold snap had ended, the rain (snow up there) moved out and Friday/Saturday brought with them summer temps and clearing skies. I gleefully watched Breckenridge webcams and radars on Saturday as nothing, NOTHING moved through the Ten Mile Range that day. Feeling a bit smug about my abilities, I stayed up drinking beer and eating pizza. To top it off I woke up
before the alarm at 3:30am. After the coffee, waking up, loading up and gas routine we were on our way at 5:00. The drive was uneventful and about as familiar as a ten year old wallet.
With a slightly later start than originally planned (since weather was exceptional), we forged our way up the corridor and south through Summit county to arrive at the trailhead at 7:00am. The one and a half lane dirt road was choc full of cars just parking at the bottom. I decided to at least go up and maybe find a spot above the trail or just turn around. The parking lot area was stuffed and just past a right turn and DIRECTLY in front of the trail... A clear parking spot! Swwwweeeeeeeeet. Then I received another pleasant surprise. We were able to gear up the dogs and ourselves in less than ten minutes. One last offer of water for the dogs and we were off...

At the time the start didn't seem too bad. But later I would learn that it was indeed steep...

The tree section of the trail quickly thinned as every turn gained another few feet...


Heh, the trail was clearly marked...

Approaching treeline the view nearly hits you in the gut as the obvious incline shows no other way up...

No one likes being with the dogs, so we took off ahead and covered the first mile in just under nine minutes. I sense that our future hikes will be mostly them and me...

Ridik and Sioux's packs are pretty much done with. For as cheap as we picked them up they definitely served their purpose. But it's clear that I'm going to have to make my own somehow. I know what works and what doesn't for our use...

Still below the Continental Divide to our south...


HWY 9 and Hoosier pass to the southeast with Mt. Silverheels asking to be hiked....

The herd of goats that have no fear of humans. I've seen pictures of people right next to them, and someone in our party was within charging distance...

Bross on the left and Lincoln on the right. Showing another angle of how much further 14k was...

Looking north towards Breckenridge. Slowly but surely we were gaining on the surrounding hills...


Wheeler Mountain...

This bit was one of the longest slogs...

Sioux and Ridik battling for front. Sioux's recent talus skills have earned him the "most improved" award for the season...

The Kite Lake four just past the divide. Bross, Lincoln, Cameron and Democrat. We're determined to give these four one more try this year...

Progress was easy to see at this point. Finally looking down on Wheeler about 100 yards from the summit...

BAM! Another one gets checked off the list. While thinking back it was a memorable hike. But I'm glad to have it over with, these busy trails are grueling. 3hr 10min up and 2hr 50min down; 10,904' to 14270' and 3633' vertical gain; 7.11 miles round trip...

Views. North with Ten Mile Range in foreground and Gore Range in background...

Another angle on Gray's and Torrey's...

South, Democrat...

From left. Bross, Lincoln and Cameron...

Zoom on Gore Range...

West. Mount of the Holy Cross, next year...

There were a few folks arriving around the same time as us...

...and it didn't take long before everyone was nearing ground level to counteract the wind and chill...

Southwest. The Sawatch Range beckons from afar. With it's 15 fourteeners that could keep a person busy for a while...

It was time to get back to the dogs before my mom got frustrated...

There's even a pic of me...

On the way back down the dogs got a short break to cool off in the last bit of remaining snow...


Bubba pissin off his grandma. The dogs don't work right for anyone else anymore. They're my dogs...

This is a good representation of the bulk of the trail. About half of our time was spent in this loose sharp stuff. Glad my dogs' pads are tough enough to handle that without issues...

Once the rocks were over with we could try to make up some time. Notice that Sioux is sans backpack. I'm frustrated with their gear. Making my own is going to be the only way. Good thing I have a winter to get it right...

Again with tired/happy face...


Another successful hike in the books. No one had any real soreness or exhaustion, and that was a tough vertical compared to what we've done so far. The dogs were ready to roll the next day and so was I. It may be time to up the difficulty a bit. I just GOT to remember that horse hockey that is I-70 on a Sunday. Yeesh. Over two hours from the tunnel to HWY 6. Then the three lane bit opens it up again for the Floyd Hill ascent rally. What a buzz kill.
Fin.