I'm feeling motivated. Time for a new hike. I've inhaled enough front range dust! Maybe a nice 12-miler with a 2,500 foot ascent. Perhaps Mount Throop, Eagle's Roost or Mount Waterman. Too soon for Baldy; I've got to get my legs first.
I usually solo, but I'm ready for some company. I was reaching for the proverbial phone when it struck me. Hardly anyone from the old crowd hikes anymore. Knees, backs, family, work. No time. No desire. Even the retired guys. As my friend Jeff puts it, "why would anyone want to do that?"
He does have a point. On one hand we have stunning creature comforts: a fresh log tossed on an open hearth, an afternoon nap on a cushy sofa, or maybe a platter spicy arriabita and a bottle of Peroni. On the other we've got that crawl from a warm bag into a 30-degree night for the 2am pee, the mostly re-hydrated but still crunchy freezer-bag dinner, and the unforgettable early evening captivity while mosquitoes rule the world. Frankly I don't have a good answer for Jeff. But then why isn't streaming Netfix a sure fire path to nirvana? It's just beyond me.
Sherlock Holmes contemplating why people hike |
So don't listen to me. Look for wisdom from greater talents. Besides, I've got better things to think about on my solo hikes; I think.