Off trail for the day, I review the meetings and full moon hiking that came after submerging my recorder.
The trail feels remote and high, but I encounter a local with his kids, who provokes some thoughts on grizzlies. A descent causes some worrisome foot pain before the entries suddenly stop, as if I had dropped my recorder in a creek.
I encounter hawks, elk, cattle, and Ann! The trail takes a different route than I expect, then takes me high.
I get some time in high on the continental divide, encounter a pair of grouse, solve terrain puzzles, and reach my first rendezvous point at Mile creek.
I leave Ann for the trail and get straight into water issues while I think about my hopes for the hike.
We change our minds about to how to get to the start of my hike in Idaho.
We cheer our friends in Denver and hear them say vows Ann and I would say again to each other.
Visiting my cousin Doug in Fort Collins, 4-year-old cousin Hazel proves a tough interview subject. Five-month-old Miles is more cooperative. We sing happy birthday to their Grandma Beth.
We spend our last day in Vedauwoo on foot. I concoct a southbound traversal linking many of the trails I’ve scoped out and one I’ve never seen, finishing at the Nautilus rock formation, too pooped to climb it.
I describe Vedauwoo slab climbing, piece a fine muddy trail loop together, and ponder the mosquito season.