“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
This was not my first time up Mt. Sneffels. As I write this I am sitting in Taco Del Gnar in Ridgeway, listening to some band that seems to do some of their own stuff and some covers- mostly stuff I don’t know- but the dude can sing, when he isn’t trying to copy someone else. Amazing, isn’t it? How when he’s just himself he is amazing, and when he’s trying to be someone else he…isn’t.
Anyhoo- It’s getting late, so I might write more an supplement it later, but here’s the basic story:
Caught this balloon launch on camera in Ridgeway on my way to Ouray.
There were SO many waterfalls like this- just cascading down the mountain from the high alpine tundra. It reminded me profoundly of the Na Pali Coast on the island of Kauai.
Here is another gorgeous fall up Yankee Boy Basin. The wildflowers were insane and I’m afraid I just didn’t do them justice.
A pano shot of one of the many peaks up Yankee Boy Basin.
The end of the road, where the trail to the summit of Mt. Sneffels and Blue Lakes starts. I picked up a couple of girls (one in her mid-twenties, maybe, and the other maybe 8)- both German, the elder the aunt of the younger. I drove them up to this TH. So cute!
So I heard these 5 boys complaining about the 3 miles they had to hike up to the TH and how they weren’t looking forward to hiking back down after (maybe) reaching the summit. Apparently three of them had only committed to the hike while drunk at 3am last night. Ha ha ha!
This is from quite a ways up the gully you have to hike up to the saddle. It is a terrifying, challenging, totally mental experience. Like climbing up a ladder with rungs that could slip out from under you at any moment. Mental. And on top of that it’s hard to breathe because you’re probably over 13k feet above sea level.
Here I am at the saddle. I don’t think I could count all of the peaks you can see from here. The view is immensely cool.
This little marmot was frollicking around the summit. Along with about 8 people who reached it the same time as I.
Selfie of me at the summit.
Someone else took this shot of me, looking toward Blue Lakes.
CLICK ON THIS PICTURE! This is a pano I took at the summit. It’s almost like you’re there!
So this was on my way down, turning and looking up toward the Blue Lakes trail. Can you even see where the trail goes?
Like I said, the wildflowers.
So I told those nice young boys that if they hit the TH the same time as me after reaching the summit that I would drive them all back down to their car. They did, so I did.
Dropped them off and headed up Imogene.
So many cabins, dilapidated and shells of the historic mining past of Colorado.
From the Imogene pass road, looking down Yankee Boy Basin road toward Ouray.
Saw 3-4 of these tourist “Jeeps”. You look and we drive! My dad should do this as a job.
Another delightful waterfall.
Had to put my feet in the water.
Another pano. Wildflower awesomeness.
The mailbox at the top of Imogene pass.
This dude had a broken moto.
So we threw it in the back of my Jeep.
So we did with the dude.
All of us. They thought I was super cool.