My first big hike of the new year seemed like a good excuse to update my poor neglected blog. After reading about Beaver Brook, I figured it would be a nice place to start.
Nice view to the northwest down to US 6.
I like scree. It always makes me feel like I'm doing something more than just going for a country stroll.
The view back to the east.
This could be the inspiration for a painting. I would call it "Four Colors of Lichen on a Rock," and would tell anyone who didn't like it that they just didn't understand art.
I strayed from the trail a couple of times, but fortunately managed to avoid the patrols.
The trees in this area all grew bent over, almost like they were pulled by a mysterious unseen force.
A bridge of sorts that wobbled more than I would have liked.
I turned around here rather than try to do the loop.
Ants. Still cool, and still working way harder than anybody I know.
And all of a sudden, there was the trailhead again.
Just over three and a half hours and 9.6 miles in all. No beavers and four brooks. Seriously, who names these things?
4 comments:
Well, we know what happened to the beavers, right? Start at the other end (Stapleton, in Genesee Park) for the brook part. :-)
I'm not sure what happened to the beavers. Did one of those patrols get them? ;)
Speaking historically. There were 60 million of 'em before high hats became high fashion, then...
But the namesake brook is on the west end of this trail, built btw by Colo Mtn Club and Dnv Mtn Parks in 1917-18. Fun!
Ah -- didn't realize you were speaking "big picture." At least they didn't completely go the way of the passenger pigeon.
Yet another reason to appreciate the good folks of the Colorado Mountain Club, too!
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