Outside of Leadville is Camp Hale, the training location for mountain and winter warfare during World War II.

I don’t know this until after I look it up. There’s still a bunch of unexploded ordinance I’m the area, so naturally it’s the end of the day and I must sleep in a minefield.

I’m about 1200 miles into the trail right now. There’s only a couple weeks left of Colorado. This place has been both incredible and humbling, some of the hardest terrain I’ll ever encounter.

The day before I hit Breckenridge I take shelter in a 10th Mountain Division cabin to wait out a storm.

My cousin Laura visited me in Breckenridge! She knows the best spots on Breck (not downtown).

There was a big forest fire right on top of the trail I’d already passed. One of my friends had to skirt down a ski slope to avoid it.

Here’s what my shoes look like after 750 miles.

I have new ones waiting for me in 55 miles! So excited! Monsoon season is upon us, which can sometimes mean posting up for hours/til the next day below treeline waiting for a storm to clear the high ridgeline of the continental divide.

I’m nearing the end of the high country though – will be in Wyoming soon, Colorado has been incredible. From flat New Mexico to constant 1000-2000 foot climbs.

Grays and Torreys, Grand Lake, and new shoes soon!

In the last five days I have ascended 31,000 feet over 130 miles. This stretch has some awesome side trips which I take full advantage of. There’s no flat, just up and down. The last 5 days are a bit of a blur, let’s see if I can remember what happened from photos…

On Tuesday I walk past the Monarch game drive. From 3000 bc to 1800 ad this was a large hunting site. Groups would scare game from the forest up above treeline where they’d be funneled by 3 foot walls (the remains barely visible here) into ambush pits. For thousands of years this was a weekly occurrence.

I also see my first Moose of the trail on this stretch. An adult and a calf. The calf scurried and the adult started lumbering toward me.

What you don’t want to see climbing to a 12,800′ pass.

Skirting down Lake Ann pass. I’ve sent my spikes and axe home so I just clutch the snow with my bare hands. This was Thursday.

It’s incredible to see avalanche run outs. It’s hard to imagine the force behind these events but seeing aspens ripped out out of the ground for hundreds of meters gives some perspective.

On Friday I hit Mt. Elbert at 14,440, the second highest in the lower 48 behind Whitney. I hit the trailhead at 2 pm and see people descending and get some comments, “a little late start?”. I push hard to the top and arrive at 4.

My Aunt Joan and Uncle Jack (Allentown support team) sent me cookies to my Twin Lakes resupply. They are the calories that got me 4k ft to the summit.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

The marmots or, “The Summit Barons” are jealous.

I’m in camp at treeline on Mt. Massive by 8 pm, looking back at Elbert.

I’m up at 4:30 on Saturday to hit Mt. Massive. At 14,421, it’s the third highest in the 48. For some reason the fans of Mt. Massive wanted it to be the highest in Colorado so folks would pile rocks at the summit. Mt. Elbert fans would then climb Massive and knock the rocks down. People in the 1920s had a ton of fun climbing 14ers.

Alpenglow on Massive

Mt. Massive is way more fun with a bit of tiny scramble at the top. Sierra high route got me on a scramblin kick.

Exhilarated at the top, I have it all to myself.

It has a summit ridge of over 3 miles with numerous false summits. It has more area above 14,000 than any other summit in the lower 48.

I’m on the summit at 7 am. 28 miles later and I’m walking through the streets of Leadville, looking back at the summit, and sampling the local Pabst Blue Ribbon. In Leadville, old guys wear tattered jeans with hokas. I get advice for a sub 24 100 miler at the bar. The guys training for Leadville 100 ask me if I’m just dirtbaggin out here. Pretty much…

Storms coming in, I’ll be in Breckenridge for the 4th. Hot damn!