Colorado Hut-to-Hut Adventure – Day 1 – 9/8/12 – ContinentalDivide Cabin – 1 mile
I’m following my friends on a nearly flat trail less than amile long to a log cabin. My head ispounding, my breathing is difficult and my legs feel like lead. How did this happen?
Background: One of myBerg friends, Mike, has mentioned several times the awesomeness of an area in theColorado Rocky Mountains called the 10th Mountain Division Huts, acollection of lodges used primarily by cross-country skiers in winter but alsoavailable to hikers. His enthusiasm forthe region and his willingness to make plans resulted in four of us – Mike,Cathy, Jeff and me – meeting in Leadville, Colorado one sunny Saturdayafternoon to embark on yet another epic adventure.
(The 10th Mountain name honors the men of 10th MountainDivision of the U.S. Army, who trained during World War II at Camp Hale incentral Colorado. Read about the hut system here and more about the 10th Mountain Division history here. If you want to really get into it,an internet search will keep you immersed for a long time.)
At the grocery store I tried to keep my head on straight tomake food decisions for the next 7 days. We wouldn’t be near civilization again, so I’d better get it right. As usual, I ended up over-buying. Have I ever starved on a backpackingtrip? No. Have I ever carried too much? Yes.
At a trailhead parking lot we spread our stuff out all overcreation in an attempt to organize and I managed to sort all my gear and clothingfor the 7 days/nights. Too overwhelmingto figure out food yet, so I threw a few snacks in my backpack and hoped forthe best for Day 1. As Cathy and I tossed stuffaround, Mike and Jeff left to place our rental car at the end of our last hikenext Saturday. From now on we would befour Musketeers in Mike’s home-on-the-range van.
By the time we reached the cabin my head and my eyes werehurting, my stomach was queasy and sloshing from drinking huge quantities ofwater, and I was useless. The “hut fairy”had hiked in previously with dinner provisions (including wine!) Mike cooked chicken on the grill, Jeff boiledcorn on the cob for the first time ever, Cathy tossed a salad: a celebratory feast. I couldn’t eat a thing, not even thecheesecake. I wandered outside the cabin for fresh air, startling four deer that were hanging out in the yard. Finally at 8 o’clock my friendspronounced me excused and off to bed I went.
All this wonderful- ness and I couldn’t enjoy it much. Hoping mass quantities of ibuprofen andkeeping my eyes closed helps for what’s coming with the sunrise.
"When he first came to the mountains
His life was far awayOn the road and hanging by a song..."
~John Denver
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