On Sunday we drove about an hour and a half south of Boulder, to the Garden of the Gods. Check it out:
Kissing Camels
They really were amazing. There were a lot of people at this park, many without masks. And so it was, everywhere this weekend. I guess people assume since they’re outdoors, they don’t need to wear masks.
About half an hour from Garden of the Gods was Pikes Peak. This photo is on the drive to the top. At the entrance the elevation is 7800’. It’s about a 4 mile drive up to the top. And it is a scary drive!
Pearl was the highest chick! Although we did see two large bluebirds here, at about 11,000’.
This is at the top, obviously above tree line. Very barren, boulder-y, and bleak. Oh, and windy! 85 mph winds! 41 degrees! (It was 74 degrees at the bottom.)
Touristy shot to prove our vigor. We all felt woozy and not very smart—altitude is nothing to mess with!
The aspens (close to the bottom) were so beautiful. They looked like trees full of golden coins shimmering in the breeze. The sound was lovely too.