I was up and out the door at 5:30 this morning so that I could complete a tour of the local peaks before class. A dense layer of grey clouds formed a dreary, low blanket over Boulder, but based on yesterday morning's run, I knew that once atop the mountains I'd be treated to expansive, airplane-like views above the cloud ceiling. This ended up being exactly the case, so I was thankful that I'd thought to bring Jocelyn's camera along to capture a pictorial record of the morning's stunning, yet ephemeral, beauty.
(Looking west toward the Indian Peaks Wilderness, from my 127th summit of Green Mt. this year.)
(The sun rising over the ocean of clouds, from Green Mt.)
(Looking back at Green, from Bear Peak summit.)
(Looking east, from Bear.)
(Next up: South Boulder Peak. Can you find the trail?)
(More of the same, from the top of SoBo.)
(And to the west, clouds already retreating.)
(And back through the fog to Chautauqua via the Mesa Trail, to complete the loop.)
(The green grass is starting to make it look like Spring!)
Three hours, three summits, 20 miles, and 5000' of climbing all before 9AM. How's the rest of the day supposed to compete with that?
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