The main feature on the agenda would be watering/feeding the garden in the mornings, changing out the hummingbird mixture when needed, and collect all the mail and parcel deliveries. Oh Baby
Totally crashed out on the evening of night number 4 and experienced a wickedly twisted bizarre dream. So weird when your sleeping in an unfamiliar bed and your sort of asleep but hearing things but snoring but what was that?? My body came to life with drool all over my pillow and down the left side of my chin. My mind was dazed and confused but not like the famously stolen Led Zeppelin tune.
Eyes wide open and heart racing, I made my way over to the toilet for a whizz. Interpretation of dreams can imaginably turn out odd, I tend to overthink them, and do I really need to methodically examine this self-fulfilling prophecy around 3am for the purposes of explanation?? How/why did my mind manifest that moment and was my perception unfulfilled when I rested my head on my pillow?? Oh Well, so I am awake. Might as well hit the road and thats what I did. Started driving south until the morning glow off San Juan Range redirected my intentions. I was originally thinking the Black Canyon outside Montrose but the early light of the day drew me further south. Hello Mt Snefflels
Arrived safely at the trailhead just after sunrise and nobody was in sight. Pure Silence. Started making my way up the mountain to the soundtrack of early morning bird songs. Pretty cool to be serenaded while completely visually stimulated. The trail meanders until the switchbacks call for attention. Not scrambling or anything but definitely needs attention from the usage. The grasshoppers and various insects buzzed my ears all day but totally worth being pestered.
There were two separate landing sites that I wouldn't exactly call a meadow. More of an open space really and downed lifeless trees criss crossed my line of sight. Every turn of the trail offered up a postcard perfect photo opportunity and not another human in sight. I decided a mini break on a tree stump would be ideal and simply observing the stillness of the forest was a gorgeous byproduct. I laid down in the taller wild grass off the trail at one point and that was so cool immersing myself with all the wildflowers. Yellows, purples, whites, and blues were all dancing to the variable light breeze in my peripheral vision. Took that opportunity to snack on some homemade trail mix that I threw together for my last outing. In My Happy Place
One of the most relaxing hikes in awhile and a fairly mundane outing in general. I am betting that my heart rate never climbed higher than 140bpm and I refrained from speed hiking the downhill sections. I damn near parked at the trailhead. So a slick out & back was achieved and heading towards The Grand Valley before sundown. Two Thumbs Up
P.S. Beware Of The Man Who Builds Monuments To Himself - WSP