So I think I mentioned a few times that we were planning on hiking Pikes Peak this weekend and that I was a little nervous about it. We were planning on hiking about 7 miles to Barr Camp where we stayed the night and then hiking to the top the next day and down the mountain. It rained all but two hours of the 24 hours that we were on the mountain, which meant wet gear, wet dogs, dead cell phones, and thunder and lightening.
Well we made it to Barr Camp the first day, even though we spent 2 hours on the mountain hiding from the storm. I don't know why I was so worried about the hike, it really wasn't bad at all.
The next day, after 2 hours of breaking everything down and attempting to dry everything off while it was still raining, we started to summit. We made it about 2 miles before I made everyone turn around. Henry was limping pretty badly, and I didn't think he was going to make it up the whole way. I honestly think everyone was a little relieved that we didn't keep going. It was a good thing for the dogs that we didn't. They both are so sore that they can't even walk. We had to carry both of them out of the car and I've had to carry food and water to them since. I'm a little surprised that they're this sore and hurt and I feel pretty bad but I'm glad we turned around when we did.
This poor guy can't even walk and no, it's not because his backpack was too heavy.
And this guy couldn't even get out of the car when we got home.
Maverick was annoyed that I was taking his picture instead of hiking.
Colorado Springs and Manitou Springs.
Don't cut the switchbacks! Or fall off the side of the mountain.
There was a big storm coming ...
... so we got to hike through the clouds.
My favorite part of camping: The middle of the night listening to the sound of the rain hitting the tent, when I'm warm and dry inside my sleeping bag, smushed inside a too-small tent with my three favorite guys.