Over the weekend, Weez, Cabo, and I hiked 10 miles of the Colorado Trail for a 2 day/1 night backpacking trip. To call it a “misery” trip would be accurate considering the conditions, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say how much FUN it was.
All was well and dry when we got to the trailhead (Shinglemill Morrison).
I LOVE the Colorado Trail. It’s well kept, feels remote, yet super close to Boulder (1.5 hour drive). We didn’t see anyone on our way out on Saturday except for a small handful of mountain bikers.
Two hours into our hike, the skies got sketchy and it started to rain. Time for the rain coats!
Within 30 minutes, the rain picked up from a drizzle to a steady downpour, and we knew we needed to stop ASAP and set up camp. The rain turned to hail, we got the tent set up and we huddled inside, hoping to wait out the rain. Spoiler alert: the rain didn’t stop the rest of the night. And it was 40*F.
Cabo was having none of being coop’ed up in the tent, so sometimes, ya just gotta accept the conditions and go with it.
Cabo was the happiest dog in the world, embracing the soaking wet conditions. Meanwhile, we discovered the perfect little cave that offered wind/water protection, and a dry spot to make a fire. We huddled under that rock, made dinner, laughed at our wet dog, realized we had to sleep with said wet dog, and counted the seconds it took for the thunder to reach us. And then wondered how many coyotes were out there howling into the wind.
Self-timer shot, for the win!
I have come to learn two things in life: 1. Not all campfires are easy to start and 2. I’m never happier than when I’m sharing an amazing (or cold/wet/miserable) experience with my best friend.
I know it was only 1 night, but there’s something so purifying about sleeping on a cold ground, waking up to a wet dog in your face, and your hair wreaking of smoke. Honestly, it’s nights like those I live for.
Yo Cabo, next backpacking trip? You’re carrying your own weight (food/water)! :)