There is a place where the dirt is red, the plants are lime green, and the sky is Robin egg blue. It’s called Indian Creek. It’s wildest parts still untouched by tourists. And, it’s wild tells a story that crack climbers only dream of. Each time we come down that curvy role, I fall asleep… Continue reading The Creek
Sick and tired, but I made it out a bit this weekend. What I will tell you is that I am hungry for snow and the backcountry. Here is what I managed to do sick and miserable: Today, we hiked to the Junction Trail. It is in town. It takes roughly twenty minutes to walk… Continue reading Sick. Tired. San Juan Mountains Style.