Burrrrrr......
At the tail end of the Burmeister family trip to Durango a few of us split off and hiked deep into the woods to tackle the beautiful and famous Mount (of the) Holy Cross.
Todd and myself along with Tony and Lindsey Brown (Todd's sister and her new-ish husband) left the family for this super adventure. None of us thought to check the weather forecast and we all regretted that in a big way! A big cold-front came thought and dropped the temps to freezing levels. We shivered our way to the top.
This was my first 14-er since before children. It is pretty difficult to tackle a mountain of this size with little ones in tow or on the back. I have put this part of me on hold for this season. Never was that more apparent than when we calculated it took us four hours to summit and three hours to descend. People were passing us all over the place.
Here is a picture of Lindsey and I trying to boulder our way upward through dense clouds. Yes, those are socks on our hands. It was Lindsey's brilliant idea, we needed gloves but had none. Socks were the next best thing. I am so, so thankful for my sock/gloves because our hands were frigid and we needed them for bouldering up and down the mountain.
There is the summit, right behind me!! Can you see it!?!? Neither could we... At times we could just put one foot in front of the other and have faith we were heading the right direction. From time to time climbers coming down would steer us this way or that.
Every once in a while God would open the clouds so we could see across the valley or to the peak. It was pretty incredible. I am glad we made it to the top. There were moments when each one of us second-guessed ourselves and thought we should turn back. This is the second time Todd and I have tackled Mount Holy Cross. The first time we weren't able to make it due to bad weather. This time we prevailed though!!
Oh, in case you are wondering why it is called Mount (of the) Holy Cross it is because when there is snow on the mountain it gathers on a vertical crevice and a horizontal crevice so that the snow forms a beautiful cross.
At the tail end of the Burmeister family trip to Durango a few of us split off and hiked deep into the woods to tackle the beautiful and famous Mount (of the) Holy Cross.
Todd and myself along with Tony and Lindsey Brown (Todd's sister and her new-ish husband) left the family for this super adventure. None of us thought to check the weather forecast and we all regretted that in a big way! A big cold-front came thought and dropped the temps to freezing levels. We shivered our way to the top.
This was my first 14-er since before children. It is pretty difficult to tackle a mountain of this size with little ones in tow or on the back. I have put this part of me on hold for this season. Never was that more apparent than when we calculated it took us four hours to summit and three hours to descend. People were passing us all over the place.
Here is a picture of Lindsey and I trying to boulder our way upward through dense clouds. Yes, those are socks on our hands. It was Lindsey's brilliant idea, we needed gloves but had none. Socks were the next best thing. I am so, so thankful for my sock/gloves because our hands were frigid and we needed them for bouldering up and down the mountain.
There is the summit, right behind me!! Can you see it!?!? Neither could we... At times we could just put one foot in front of the other and have faith we were heading the right direction. From time to time climbers coming down would steer us this way or that.
Every once in a while God would open the clouds so we could see across the valley or to the peak. It was pretty incredible. I am glad we made it to the top. There were moments when each one of us second-guessed ourselves and thought we should turn back. This is the second time Todd and I have tackled Mount Holy Cross. The first time we weren't able to make it due to bad weather. This time we prevailed though!!
Oh, in case you are wondering why it is called Mount (of the) Holy Cross it is because when there is snow on the mountain it gathers on a vertical crevice and a horizontal crevice so that the snow forms a beautiful cross.
This is Todd being crazy. No, this is not the summit. This is on the way down, a rock that juts out over a cliff. (The first picture of the four of us together is at the summit.)
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