The Horsetooth Mountain Open Space seemed promising, so I prepared the cameras, grabbed two liters of water, and headed out.
I was looking for a fairly cool "mountain hike," and missed the mark by several thousand feet of elevation. Temperatures on the trail were in the 90s, which suited the prickly pears just fine.
I may not have really been "in the mountains," but the views to the east from along the trail were still terrific.
Thistles may be annoying to the touch, but I do love shooting them.
This sign was clearly placed with Texans in mind. Without it, I would have strongly considered heading up that hill to check out the view.
But really, I didn't even need to leave the trail to get great views. Big contrast from the highly developed DFW Metroplex.
The trail was not a steady ascent, but rather went up and down quite a bit. I always groan a little on the inside when a trail slopes downhill on the way out, because I know that's just going to be uphill on the way back.
Salsify with its hypnotic cluster of seeds.
A chipmunk accosted me only briefly before correctly deciding I had no snacks to offer.
I set out with plans to hike to both Horsetooth Falls and Horsetooth Rock, but I'd underestimated not only the temperature but also the time. I was going to have to go another 2.5 miles just to get to the rock, then 2.7 more back to the trailhead. I doubted I'd have both the time and the stamina to pull it off. But taking one route would give me the chance to change my mind after about a mile, cut my losses, and change course to return to the trailhead. I decided to take that option and see how things played out.
More to come!
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