6/22, day 57, 11,340′, 20 mi
It doesn’t get any better than this: Morning sun filtered down through an aspen forest, highlighting a blue robin’s egg shell on the black trail that is wet from the rain the night before. A nearby small creek has purple delphiniums growing on the bank and bird songs compete with the trickle of water.
However, we are afraid to mention compliments aloud because the trail will then evaporate or turn a corner and climb 2000′ in a half mile. Of course, the backwards guidebook mentions none of this.
Yesterday we met a SoBo CT hiker, Chris, and traded stories at dinner and breakfast. His parents joined him at Twin Lakes for the weekend and his dad drove us back to the trailhead. Chris told us about Kearney Park which we reached in the late afternoon. It was completely flat and smooth, surrounded by trees and was as green as Oz.
At dinner we watched lightning and storm clouds play in the mountains.
It was a good day.