Remember a couple weeks ago I talked about the Marathon Hangover and those pesky post-race pounds that crept their way onto my body? Well, I’ve been running a bunch more and feeling 110% better about my body since. Funny how that works out, right?
I wanted to talk about one particularly awesome run lately: over the weekend, Weez, Cabo, and I ran the Boulder Flatirons Trifecta for the third time. It’s about a 10 mile point-to-point, 3-mountain summit+saddle trail system that is a BLAST to complete.
I’d wage there’s well over 4000+ft of elevation gain in the process of summiting each of the 3 mountains, so it’s a nice, hearty run/hike (a rike, if you will). We ran when we could. Hiked when we couldn’t. It was fantastic. Cabo was on cloud 9.
Weez and I carried our 70 oz. CamelBaks but that isn’t enough water for us + Cabo since there’s not a ton of water access along the trail for her. So she wore her saddlebag and carried her own water+collapsable bowl. Another benefit to having Cabo wear her saddlebag, is that her behavior mellows since she feels like she’s “working”. She sticks close and never wanders off trail.
Cabo is the best trail dog. She got so many compliments and “awws” along the way. My favorite? Some lady that exclaimed, “Sherpa! The mountain dog!”. I love dog people.
About a year ago, the Flagstaff Fire blazed for 9 days through the Boulder Flatirons. A lot of south Boulder (including our home) was put on pre-evacuation notice because of it. This was when we were in Cambodia. That was mildly stressful, to say the least.
We were shocked (and saddened) to see how the trail has changed since the fire…
The view from Bear Mountain is always my favorite. I love Boulder.
It’s pretty steep to get to South Boulder Peak, so we did a lot less running and a lot more hiking to get to the summit…
The rike down S. Boulder Peak showed the most of the fire damage which was pretty eery.
5 hours, 3 summits, and 10 miles after leaving our 1st car, the three of us were so stoked to finally get back to our end-pt car. We had a blast and I’m surprisingly less sore than I have been the previous two times. Hooray!
Cheers to an active day on the Boulder Flatirons!