Driving through the tunnel past Bear Creek, we move into acclimation mode at Ironton, Colorado, and an elevation of 9,800 feet.
We pull off the road to admire the courage or foolishness of the ice climbers outside Ouray.
All creatures at 9,800 feet need more salt to replenish what is lost in activity. We take ours in the form of margaritas at the Camp Robber restaurant. The next day on Grand Mesa, elevation 11,000 feet, it is too blizzardy for the sissy boys.
Sooooo good to have you back. A world without blog is like a world without sunshine. GO PACK GO!!!
ReplyDeleteAmen to that brother Jim...have a **** life (choose your own word) if we should be avalanched or froze...
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