On Monday, Fiona, Gene, and I decided to go to Boulder. For some reason we wanted to go hiking some more. None of us had been to the Flatirons so we thought it was a good idea. I looked up a relatively short hike (less than 4 miles round trip) and we headed out.
When we got to the trail, we decided to change plans and not hike up the Flatiron like originally intended. It looked like it was going to be pretty steep and we weren’t sure we were up to that. So we came up with another plan, we’d take the trails and hike in a loop. There were no maps for us to take and the one I had did not have any of the trails named, but we thought we could still figure it out fairly easily so we started.
The hike we went on was intense. We were going uphill for almost an hour and a half straight. I believe there was a 10 or 15 minute stretch where we went downhill, but other than that it was all up. The incline was steep too, I was lifting my leg all the way up to my chest in order to keep going at some points. We kept hoping that around the next bend we’d have some flat surface, but it really never happened. After hiking for an hour and a half and not knowing where we were, we decided to ask the next hiker we saw. I asked some hikers about the trail and if it looped back to the parking lot. Turns out we were on the completely wrong trail. It did not loop back to the parking lot. It looped around a mountain. We had been going the wrong way for who knows how long. We could keep going for another hour and get to the top of the mountain if we wanted, the hikers told us. But I was tired, I was lost, and I knew I would have to go back down the steep incline I had just climbed, so I wasn’t very gung-ho about continuing. I was also hungry, so I wasn’t happy.
After a quick discussion and me making the final decision, we hiked back down. It took us about an hour, I believe, and a lot of careful steps. I was very excited when I saw houses and meadows. We walked around downtown Boulder for a bit and then went back to Denver. We ate dinner at The Olive Garden where I had 3 ½ breadsticks. Those were some delicious breadsticks, the salt was exactly what I needed after sweating all day. Salt and carbs. And thus ended my long weekend with Fiona. I’m so glad she was able to visit and we were able to do so much in such a small period of time. I hope the rest of her trip in the US is fantastic!