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!