Another action-packed weekend left its mark on our memories and energy stores. Friday morning saw us rise and breakfast at 3:30 am and then speed up I-70 to the Fiddlers Gulch trailhead at Greys Peak. Starting our high-elevation hike at 5:15 allowed us to see a glorious sunrise over the valley and the rounded dome of our goal in front of us. All was well until about two hours in (on a 7+ hour journey), when Daniel decided that hiking high mountains didn't suit him. I applied my brand of encouragement, which failed miserably and was rejected by both child and father, so Rob took over the care of Daniel while I trailed our older two mountain goats.
By some miracle of patience and perseverance Rob was able to shepherd Daniel up both Greys and Torreys - two peaks over 14,000 feet high with a saddle between them. Another miracle that I was able to follow William and Aden up Torreys without experiencing a heart attack or a precipitous fall. The scenery was a gorgeous, God-given blessing of still snow-capped peaks, mountain lakes, green slopes and far-reaching vistas. I told the big kids that I get a "Rocky Mountain high" from being up in those mountains, which caused William's brow to furrow as he sniffed me for marijuana fumes.
No semi-illegal substances on that trip, only trail mix and lots of water, but Rob and I got a noseful of Mary Jane at our concert on Sunday night. We went to Fiddlers Green for the first time - a beautiful open-air concert venue that lives only five minutes from our home. For some reason we've never been to a concert there in all of our twelve years as residents; we won't miss out on the opportunity again. Sitting on the high, grassy slopes of the General Admission section we could see layers upon layers of blue-grey mountains behind the stage, and a setting sun dropped below the building just as Panic! at the Disco played "Hallelujah." It was a stunning end to a busy weekend, glorying in the mountains and open air.
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