We had to start at Peru Creek Road because there isn't a legal place to park in this town. If you know of one, give me a call.
After 0.7 miles and 400 vert, we reached the center of Montezuma. Hang a left here and you're on your way. The road is marked 264.
Five minutes later, we picked up a couple of locals. They would be with us the rest of the way - 4 peaks, 13 miles, 4000 vert.
We left our snowshoes in the car and the hounds were more than happy to break trail for us. Weather was shaping up to be stellar too.
Even at 12,000, the road was holding quite a bit of snow. We cut it when we could and were grateful to reach a wind-scoured skyline.
This is Lobo. He loved to scout and then wait for us. I was amazed he responded to my voice commands. Truly a great mountain dog.
And this is Lucy. We would become buddies for life on this great day in the Colorado hills.
Sarah would crest the ridge in the distance and announce that we still had work to do. I was surprised/crushed by exactly how much.
I had somehow packed my "C Game" and this was a very sobering view of Objective #1.
But it only took us ten minutes to get there. And Lobo was chomping at the bit for more. Hit the bricks, Papillon...
Objective #2: Sullivan Mountain
Looking back at Santa Fe Peak.
Objective #3: Geneva Peak. My "C Game" had morphed into a "B+ Game". Maybe it was the pepperoni I wolfed?
Frosty orange talusy goodness near the finish of Geneva Peak. It felt weird to hike in a baseball hat in December.
Looking back from the summit of Geneva Peak.
Objective #4: Landslide Peak...
...and a smiling wooderson to boot.
Not wanting to retrace our steps and upclimb about 1000 vert, I spy a possible descent option near Webster Pass.
So we continued up and over Point 13,214, picked up the CDT on the backside and took it down to the pass.
The terrain was mellow and the views serene.
I check the time and realize we need to start chasing daylight.
So we drop down in hopes of locating the road back to Montezuma. I have visions of following a nice groomed snowmobile track...
Looking back at Webster Pass.
Our peaks in the skyline.
We locate the road in sh---- unconsolidated snow as Sarah wonders aloud if things get rad on Radical Hill. Well, do they brah?
So much for a good snowmobile track. Up next was three miles of glorious postholing hell. Calf. Knee. Thigh. Calf. Knee. Thigh.
The sun dips and the temps drop. Fatigue sets in and there is a cadence to our breathing in the bluish evening light.
We hoof the remaining miles, us and the dogs. We might not make it back to the car before dark but does it really matter anymore?
Thanks for coming along for the ride.