Recently, I trekked into Rocky Mountain National Park. I was reminded of how much I love hiking in the wilderness. With day to day life being crazy, it was downright therapeutic to be in the wild.
The plan was to trek all the way across the park, which is a long endeavor. It would be an adventure with danger. It would take a lot of guts and, more than likely, would entail a lot of physical pain.
After 18 miles, I decided that it would not be wise to continue on past my meeting point at about half way through the trip. Even so, it was still getting out into the wilderness. It was not the safe and secure places in town with locked doors and air conditioning. There were little storms rolling by. There was wildlife.
On the vast summit of Flattop mountain, there was very little going on. A couple of snow fields were draining into small mountain streams. A pika passed me, dashing across the trail. And that was it. There was no protection from the elements. Only small tundra brush grew, and only a few inches at that.
It was beautiful. Here are the photos that didn’t even scratch the trip: Flattop Mountain. Enjoy!
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