John Muir for the inspiration for the title of this post. He once said "Climb the mountains and get their good tidings." These good tidings come not without sweat, grit and effort, but are worth every ounce of energy poured into their seeking.
Rob and I snuck away last week for a fast and furious backpacking trip to bag Blanca Peak in the Sangre de Cristo range. For a while now we've been longing for some time in the backcountry away from typical social constraints. We needed to feel small and lost, to truly get away. Our adventure started northeast of Alamosa, CO on a dusty, rocky road that slowly meandered through scrubby grassland, coniferous forest, alpine tundra, and above the tree line to 14,345 feet.
At 8,000 feet we threw on our packs and set off for Lake Como via Lake Como Road, one of the worst rated four wheel drive roads in the country. The hike up to our high camp was beautiful but arduous as our feet were constantly looking for stable ground among baby head sized rocks. We were a bit dismayed when someone coming down the trail told us we still had 3.2 miles until the lake, but step by step we worked our way up the unbearably rocky "road".