Spring Fever in the Rockies
4 days in the radiant Colorado sun was about all it took for me to give up on weathering the East Coast winter and pray for spring. Though, living in Boston, I’ll settle for an extra hour of sun and a few days above 30º.
I flew home last Wednesday for a quick recharge in the Rockies and was dying to get a little hiking in. Hanging Lake is an old classic, though the last time I hiked it I think I remember dragging a stuffed animal along. It’s a short but surprisingly vertical hike, so with snow on the ground it took a bit of scrambling to get to the lake. The need to see that crystal-clear water and eat the giant cookie I had stashed in my bag overcame (most) of the concern I had about the questionably unstable cliffside railings.
“The mountains are calling and I must go.”