Mt. Yale - 14,196 feet...one of God's glorious peaks.
On the trail at 5:30 am, I was able to summit 3 hours later....finally. My legs ached and wobbled but there was enough in them. Wow! The view from the top was amazing.
And then I went the other way...down. How did my knees survive? I couldn't believe how steep the last 2000' felt to my unitiated knees, but with persistence and breaks, they made it.
No guts, no glory...thank you, Lord for health and vigor!
Lookin' Up, Pastarod
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3 comments:
neato. We just moved from Raton NM to here and really miss the mountains. *Raton is located 4 hours south of denver*
Emilie, sorry to not respond sooner; I was on vacation.
I've been to Raton and it's a nice place, but you've moved to Colorado? I no longer live there...I'm up in Spokane, Washington but my mom lives down in Colorado Springs so I visit her whenever I can. Have you ever done a 14er?
Hey Emilie, I've been thinking about it and I just can't seeem to get it out of my mind...I think I knew an Emilie Crossley once. Is that you?
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