What a fun, scrambly little trail.


With one of the most pleasant little campsites I’ve ever seen, between to rock slabs:

It pulls a bait-and-switch on you, though. It’s just a fun if somewhat rambunctious route with a lot of PUDs, through a few rock gardens and one spot of brushy willow and young Aspen, but easily followable. Then I hit this:

You can’t really appreciate the scale in the picture, and, yes, I probably could have gotten over it, but solo… and in the rain? No. I turned back. That could have been just a bit too consequential. You’d think that as rough as it is that Pikes Peak Granite wouldn’t get too slippery, but it does. I had already taken one inconsequential fall that nonetheless tore the butt out of my pants. The really frustrating thing is that according to the InReach my wife got me for my birthday I was within about 200 yards of the McCurdy Park Trail! Dammit! I probably would have been able to see it from the top of this pile. I also suspect that there is another route up a side slot onto the left ridge, but by then I was in no mood for exploration. So this became an out-and-back. Kind of a miserably rainy one, but I saw a moose bull:

Still in his velvet, with little paddle stubs.