I haven't had a "By myself, just me (um, and Adelle) and nature" hike since the baby was born. She gets to come along since she nurses, but she just slept in the wrap. Yesterday was the day. I went up the path to Mud Lake since the trail is close.
Insanity! If you look at the mountainside from our back porch, it doesn't really look that bad. Well, looking at it and actually hiking it are two very different things. What ended up being about halfway up (though I didn't know that at the time) I was about ready to quit. But I kept thinking, "Certainly I'll be at the top soon". Around every bend I would figure (hope, pray) that I would be at the top. And finally, with quite a bit of stopping to breathe and a fair amount of muscle burning, I got there!

One of many steep bends of the trail. The picture doesn't do it justice.

We made it! I was so excited that I took a picture even though I was very sweaty, unshowered, hair undone under a ball cap. Adelle was asleep.

I have a thing for pictures of long roads/trails, especially if they have trees on each side.

Mud Lake

I stood in this group of Aspen trees for a few minutes, feeling the breeze, the warmth of the sunshine, the smell of life all around me. Adelle snoozing on my chest, air in my lungs. One of those moments where I felt really happy to be alive.

In the Aspens


Views of the Valley. I was pretty high up, no wonder my legs were burning.