Not that I'm an overachiever or anything, but I can already feel the crisp chill of autumn in the air (really!) and co-workers who are fellow hikers have warned me that snow will make some trails impassable as early as mid-September. With a long list of places where I want to leave my bootprints around here, I figure I need to get crackin'.
First was to my obsession, The Wall. Last time I tried to hike it, the stream swollen with snowmelt proved too deep, but this time, however, the water was low enough to ford easily.
Here's a shot from the southwest of the base of the thing:

And another from the southeast:

Alas, actually climbing beside the thing was impossible due to all the rocks (make that tough for me, impossible for Sir Smalls, who gave it his best). We climbed for a while through the forest paralleling it, but the way was too steep and the view less than worth it, so after about 45 minutes I turned around.
It was then that, perhaps envious that I had two trekking poles and he had none, Wiley decided he wanted to play tug of war with a stick. He slipped and the stick went tumbling down the mountainside, but before that happened I got this shot:

After our appointments, we drove north to the Never Summer Wilderness Area and climbed Apiatan Mountain. Topping out at around 10,240 feet, it's not a big deal mountain around here by any means, but it was a nice three mile hike out-and-back that Wiley could manage.
Here's a shot of him looking rather the part of AdventureDog at the summit, with the Porphyry Peaks in the background:

Right as we got to the top, the sky darkened and rain started, but I did manage to get this shot of what I think are cool clouds over Rocky Mountain National Park, just to the east:

2 comments:
"Avulsed thumb"? As in, cut off?! What happened? I hope you're okay....well, I know you're okay by the great photos, but I hope you heal quickly!
thanks, K, and yes, I cut off the tip of my thumb a little over a week ago. I didn't think it was a big deal, but it wouldn't stop bleeding so I had to do the whole worker's comp injury report thing and see a doctor. As he said, "well, there's nothing I can do. There's nothing there to stitch."
He told me not to do the triathlon but I duct-taped it and went anyway and I think that may have helped it...
My career as a hand model is over before it began, but I'll live!
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