I had been debating about driving Guanella Pass for my transit from Estes Park to Salida, Colorado on the 2nd of July. It would not be that far out of the way and might be kind of scenic. The friend I had been visiting in Estes Park mentioned that Mount Bierstadt (14,056′) was along that route, which kind of stuck in my brain for a bit.
I figured leaving Estes in the morning, going over Trail Ridge Road and down to Georgetown would not leave me with much of an opportunity to hike Bierstadt. I would be driving by in the afternoon, when it would likely be out of the question.
I started my morning on the 2nd with a quick run around the maintenance area at Rocky Mountain National Park, crashing the ROMO Trails morning meeting. I went to town, grabbed a bagel for breakfast and headed over the top. I had planned on hiking somewhere on the west side of the park, but knew not where. I finally found a map and determined a short four-mile round trip to Big Meadow seemed worth it.
I found the trailhead and started up, taking pictures of the flowers by the creek and thinking about Jake Rigby, as the 2nd would have been his 28th birthday. I thought a hike on his birthday would be a great way to commemorate him.
The trail went straight up a drainage and then dumped out into the Big Meadow, which as the name implies is a big alpine meadow. I sat on a rock and reflected for a few moments before traipsing back down the trail.
My driving journey continued south into Winter Park, over Berthoud Pass in the rain and down into Georgetown. Having woken up early, I found the Georgetown Visitor’s Center and took a nap, while it was raining, in my car in the parking lot. I had plenty of time to kill before heading over Guanella Pass into Salida and since it was still lightly raining, I walked around town for a bit. There was still the thought of Bierstadt in the back of my mind, but it was raining in Georgetown, several thousand feet lower, so the weather up there must have been bad as well.
Eventually, I made my way up Guanella and stopped at the Guanella Summit, which was also the parking lot and trailhead for Bierstadt. As I was taking a few pictures of the mountain, a group walked in from the top and I could see a few other people trickling back along the trail. The trail was clearly visible all the way from the parking lot to the top, and thanks to a flyer that I had glanced at in town, I knew the trail to be only three and a half miles.
I was still wearing my tennis shoes from my run that morning and I decided, well, why not, maybe I will just walk out along the trail for a bit and take a few pictures, no plan to go to the top really, but maybe. I threw on a long-sleeved shirt, lathered up with sunscreen, grabbed my camelbak and started along the trail. No food, no plan, no map, no rain gear and nobody really knew I was there. I could see to the west a few clouds, but nothing really threatening looking.
The first mile or so of the trail goes through a wet meadow, with a lot of boardwalks. As I casually walked across this, I picked a point out on the trail – a long ridge that I could see the trail switchback to the top of and thought: “well, I will just go that far.”
Once on the switchback, I could see the clouds still being non-threatening and the top was not really that far away. The trail is only three and a half miles and I had probably already covered at least a mile and a half. How much longer would it take to climb another two miles or so on a decently maintained trail?
I had been hiking for about an hour and as I took out my phone to take a few pictures, I noticed that I had service. Something had been sticking in my craw (probably the fact that no one knew where I was and people would be waiting on me in Salida) about me not telling anyone where I was. So, I texted three people, who live in Colorado, from the side of the mountain to let them know what I was up to. I got a text back that said: “great hike! have fun!” So – at least one person knew what I was doing.
The trail dumped me out at the bottom of a scree field that still had a faint marking of a trail, along with a few scattered rock cairns. This is where I really started thinking about and talking to Jake. Thinking of the whole “WWJD?” — “what would Jake do?” thing we came up with not long after he left us. I knew that this is exactly what he would be doing – a late afternoon, unplanned wander up the side of a Fourteener with limited gear, because he was there and he had the daylight and time.
I began talking with him, but mostly cussing him as I climbed up through this crazy rock scree . . . “Jake, you crazy SOB – I can’t believe you are making me do this on your birthday! You are f-ing insane!”
As I was talking with him, thinking about him and what it would have been like had he made it to 28 . . . I felt a kind of tingling sensation come over me. Not chills or anything, but a definite power of something unexplainable that washed over me and pushed me onwards. For most of the scree slope and the final summit pitch I could feel this.
I kept thinking that Jake, along with my departed mother, were probably watching me, perhaps even together, and pushing me towards the top.
As I got ready to climb the final summit pitch, I noticed two other persons ahead of me. I caught up to them on the top and we exchanged pleasantries, while they took my photo. We also saw that a storm was coming towards us.
They left as I entered my name into the peak register. I took a few pictures and scrambled to the bottom. Telling Jake that I wished I could take longer to reflect upon him and this mountain I climbed for his birthday, but I needed to get down before the storm came. I did thank him for the great views provided.
I slowly picked my way through the scree field back to the maintained trail. Once there I picked my way out of the rockier sections and began to run down the trail. Less that a storm was coming, but more that I wanted to get to the bottom quickly. Plus, I thought it would be a fun thing to do, to test out my running skills at 13,000 feet. I knew that is something that Jake would have done. I ran past a few other hikers, fielded one phone call from my friend who knew I was up there (right before I lost service) and did not have to duck for any lightning (though I did hear thunder a couple of times).
Once reaching my friend’s house in Salida, I was rewarded with a shower, drinks and three hamburgers. Thanks to all, especially those who watched over my climb.
Rambling with "Crazy A" 