After a rainy visit to Rocky Mountain National Park, the wet weather followed me and Zak to Crested Butte. After lying fairly low our first day in town, the forecast called for a break in the clouds on our second. So we made plans to visit Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park.
October 2010. Conditions were much more green and lush this time of year. And the morning view to the east from Tomichi Point provided evidence of how the place had gotten its name, as sunlight struggled to reach down the steep canyon walls.
Zak's ability to wear a hoodie in high temperatures and when exerting himself physically without passing out borders on the mystical. I, on the other hand, sweat like a pig -- especially on the climb back out. And for all the camera gear I was lugging around, I failed to bring a bandana.
Needing both hands on our ascent, I packed up both my cameras for the return trek. Carrying an extra 15 pounds of my body and another 10 or so on my body than I had five years earlier did not help me with the hike. I had to stop frequently to catch my breath on the way up. But we still made it up and down in the 2 1/2 hours the ranger had told us it would take. Not counting our 40-minute break at the bottom, of course.
In other news, I'm now on a diet and have dropped seven pounds in the last two weeks. I'll be better prepared the next time a demanding hike opportunity presents itself!