Elevation Gain

This is more like it.

I'm sure my hairdresser would be thrilled to know that as soon as she colored the gray did my hair this morning, I pulled it back and hit the trail.

We did a series of trails at Mount Falcon in order to gain some more elevation (this one was 7,300-7,500-ish).  It was also a mo-FRACKER at the end.  It was about a mile straight up into the sky that nearly did me in.  This time my legs were joining my lungs in a full-on strike.  I had to resort to visions of Sonic to get me through.  I'm pretty sure G was imagining orcs or the trench run or something.

Part of an old estate owned by a German family with a name I can't spell.

Denver is in the background but I'm still learning the settings on the camera, so you can't really see it.

See the top of Red Rocks in the middle of the picture?

Then G took the camera - thank God.

 

The spoils

Since we did a series of trails, we're not exactly sure how many miles we clocked - somewhere between three and four.  The plan is to gradually increase the elevation, so next weekend we'll try the 8,000-ft range.  Also?  Despite slathering on the sunscreen and being mostly in the shade, we both got burned...?  Like, for real, not just slightly pink.  What the...?

Lots to learn still.

We hit up you-know-what on the way home for drinks.  Now G is getting ready to go nerd it up and Orca & I are getting ready to finish our book so we can quit kidding ourselves and dive immediately back into Game of Thrones.

I travel to VA next week for work - hopefully this will be the last trip for several months.  I'll be transitioning a bundle of my HQ-related responsibilities to a new Director, and so this week shouldn't be very stressful (famous last words).  Also, instead of crashing in a hotel I'm staying with my carpool buddy M, just down the road from our house (our old house, I guess I should say?).  So I'll check in on it and force M to go to my old fave Tex Mex joint and custard place.  I love it when a plan comes together.

We meet with the realtor tomorrow and like I said, I don't have any grand expectations.  This rarely happens to me once I get something in mind, so I'm actually pretty stoked.  I think I'll be equally OK if looking for a house is a good idea, or if waiting is a good idea.  What really matters is that we dreamed of moving west, and now we're here.

And we're trying a new place for brunch tomorrow.