Copper Lake

One last backpacking trip for 2016. This time we went back to one of our favorite places: Copper Lake.

Copper Lake is located near Crested Butte in the Maroon Bells-Snowmass Wilderness, so it's a bit of a haul to get there. We left Fort Collins in the morning, made a couple quick stops along the way, and started hiking around 3. It's about a 5.2 mile hike, and only the last 1-1.5 miles gets steep. It also has a lot of good shade and some river crossings, so it's quite a nice hike. An added bonus was the wildflowers this time. I don't remember there being so many other times we've been up here, but they were really in bloom.



Through the years, I have a bunch of pictures of this lake and White Rock Mountain behind it (one even ended up in this book). It just looks so amazing in the morning and evening light. From our favorite campsite there, we get to step out of the tent to an amazing view.

On our second day, we decided to hike up to the nearby Triangle Pass. It was a little longer than we thought (3 miles each way), but with spectacular views. Unfortunately, it's also really rocky and Banksy ended up cutting a pad on his paw. I had a dog boot back at camp but not with us, so Christine fashioned a makeshift bootie out of some duct tape, gauze, and athletic tape. She's amazing.



We made it back to camp and Banksy was super tired. He was happy to spend the rest of the afternoon laying around camp. A bit of a bummer because I'm sure he would have loved swimming in the lake, but we'll save that for next time.

With an actual dog boot available, our hike out the next day was totally fine. Christine and I ended up carrying Banksy's pack and other stuff so he didn't have to deal with that. Instead, he enjoyed trotting down the trail. Even with a hurt paw, he was quite happy. We took him the the vet at home, and his paw is great thanks to Christine cleaning out the cut and keeping some Neosporin on it. She should probably have a WooFR certification. (That joke is probably funny to about 3 people.)

It's time to clean up and put away our gear for the season, and we're already looking forward to next year's trips.


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Kelly Lake

Well...they can't all be winners. :) For our second backpacking trip of the year, we decided to try something new - Kelly Lake in the Colorado State Forest State Park. This hike starts in the same spot as another lake hike we like (Clear Lake), so we were already ready for kind of a sucky start to a hike. It starts out on a dirt road that just bakes in the sun. What we weren't expecting, though, was horse traffic.

When we got to the trailhead there was a large group of several people and several horses. We asked if they were just starting or just finishing, and they had just finished a multi-day trip. That group didn't account for all of the horse trailers in the parking lot and when we looked at the trail registry we saw that there were a couple more large horsepacking groups of 8-10 in the area. (I can rant on why that's a bummer, but basically it boils down to: horse poop, flies, trash, and trail damage.)

This area looks a lot different than the last time we hiked here. Where there used to be tall pine trees providing shade, there is now a wasteland of downed trees. It looks like this area was a victim of beetle kill, and they have proactively chopped down all of those trees. Not only is it not great to look at, but it also meant no break from the hot sun for the first half of the hike.

The last couple miles of the trail are steep and rocky. We were going pretty slow, and Christine was feeling super tired. I took as much stuff from her pack as I could to make the climb easier. It wasn't until the next day that we figured out she was sick, not just tired. She slept almost all of Saturday and didn't feel like eating much. Seven miles into the wilderness isn't the most convenient place to find out that you're sick. Thankfully, she started feeling a little better on Saturday evening and I didn't have to carry her down to the car on Sunday. :)

I did a little fishing and some hiking Saturday with Banksy to a saddle above the lake while Christine rested. We got an early start Sunday to make the nearly 7 mile hike out ahead of the afternoon sun. It's a nice lake, but I don't think we'll be back any time soon. The combination of a long exposed hike, lots of bugs, and more people than I'd expect in the backcountry (at least a dozen) will move this pretty low on my list of hikes to repeat. Iy might be a better one to hit in the fall.

Banksy had a great time playing in the snow.

American Lakes

Between our various injuries, an aging dog, and increasingly busy schedules, backpacking trips have been very light the last few years. We made a plan back in the spring to change that and blocked out some weekends on the calendar for camping.

For our first trip, we returned to an old favorite: The American Lakes. This is a special place for us. It's the first place we ever went camping together, and we've been up there almost every year since. For this edition, our friends Julie and Nathan joined us for the afternoon. Compared to previous years, there seemed to be a lot more water along the trail. This was great news for Banksy, who enjoyed having plenty of water to drink, and streams to stomp through.

Of all the times I've been up there I've never seen fish in the lower lakes, but this time we saw many. I'm wondering if they stocked it at some point. As it turns out, I actually forgot to pack my fly reel. (I guess I'm rusty at this whole backpacking thing.) I ended up tying a leader directly to the end of my fly rods and fishing tenkara-style, and surprisingly I caught a couple.


I don't remember the last time we hiked to the upper lake, Snow Lake, but we went up this time. It must have been a good snow year, because it was still partly covered in snow. Banksy saw a stick out in the water and couldn't stop himself from rescuing it from the icy cold water.




The evening colors are amazing here.


In the morning we walked up to a nearby snow field and had some fun sliding down. Banksy mostly had fun getting in our way and trying to tackle us.




For our first backpacking trip of the year, and first in a while, we all survived pretty well. Looking forward to another next weekend.


More photos here:

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This was our first time up to these lakes without Kuzca, and our first backpacking trip without her in a very long time (since 2007 I think). :( We miss her, but enjoy remembering all of the great trips we shared. Here she is on a previous trip to this area.

Beer Census

When we moved last year I emptied our jar of beer bottle caps. After a little over a year, it's filled up again. Time to examine our drinking habits.



On the left are a few New Belgium. Then a bunch of Left Hand. We're drinking locally. :) The bunch of silver and gold caps are homebrew. Yay homebrew.

This is a highly unscientific census. And Christine admits that she's been tampering with the count by throwing some caps out.

Compare to last year:


We had a ton of St. Bernardus and Straffe. Our new collection of caps is much more frugal. :)

One more backping trip?

My dog, Kuzca, is getting old (in December she'll be 13). That's pretty old for a dog her size and I feel fortunate that she's still happy and healthy. (I owe a lot of that to Christine, who got us in the habit of going on two walks a day.) With the summer winding down, and my own mobility about to be surgically hampered soon, I started to worry that I may be running out of opportunities to take Kuzca camping (one of her favorite things). Will she still be able to hike a few miles next year? I hope so, but I don't know. I try not to think about it too much, but it's reality.

Last weekend Kuzca and I went on a solo overnight backpacking trip into the Indian Peaks Wilderness. With Christine sidelined due to a to-be-determined injury she couldn't backpack in with us, but would day-hike up the next day with Banksy. The weather forecast wasn't ideal (lots of rain and wind), and the rangers at the forest service office definitely questioned my sanity when I picked up a permit, but it was now or never.

The hike up to Diamond Lake is only about 3 miles so it seemed like a good choice. Normally it'd be crowded, but I avoided that by going up on Friday morning. Our hike started in a light rain, but within 5 minutes the ran stopped and the sun came out for a beautiful hike. Lot's of wild flowers.

We ran into a few people at the lake, but before long the rain came back and everybody left. I'm not a big fan of camping in the rain, but it did give us the rare opportunity of having this high mountain, close to Boulder lake all to ourselves for the whole night. I can deal with a little rain for that.

The next morning the rain had stopped and the wind blew in some low clouds, but it was shaping up to be a pretty nice day. Kuzca and I mulled around camp for a while before eventually packing up and hanging out by the lake. We were sitting in a spot that allowed me to see the incoming trail so I could see when Christine and Banksy showed up. Banksy was hilarious. Even from all the way across the lake I could recognize his craziness when he got to the lake. He was so excited and was running around and around in circles with another dog.

As they got closer to where I was sitting, Kuzca started to pay attention and I could tell she was a little curious about the little person and the big black dog in the distance. She soon realized who it was and got super excited. Mayhem ensued when they got closer and Banksy realized we were there. Total crazy dog running around chasing sticks in the water and just generally running around at full speed.

Christine had managed to get there for the best weather of the day. Lot's of sunshine while we sat by the lake and at lunch. It didn't last long, though, and as we were walking down the trail to the car it started to rain quite a bit. We got nice and wet, but at least it kept things cool and we had a leisurely hike back to the car. Success on my first (and probably only) backpacking trip this year.

Flickr photo set here.

Waiting out a rain storm in the tent

Nap after a day of hiking

Crazy wet dog

French Polynesia

Remember that time Christine and I went to French Polynesia? Yeah, I hardly do either. It was back in April and I’m just getting around to this blog post….

Tahiti was never really on our list of places to visit. Not because it didn’t sound awesome, but it’s just never been on the radar. Around Christmas 2012 our vagabond sailing friends Livia and Carol came to visit while they were taking a break from their stay in French Polynesia applying for a long stay visa. Armed with a library of postcard hero shots of their paradise, they somehow managed to convince us to visit. When your friends tell you to come stay with them on their boat in the south Pacific, you don’t say no.

The plan was hatched and many moons later we were on our way to French Polynesia. Our journey would take us from Denver, through LAX (an awful place), to Tahiti. Then we would catch a small plane to the Fakarava Atoll in the Tuamotu Islands. Hey, a lot of people have been to Tahiti, but who gets to go to Fakarava??

Last minute puppy snuggles are important before going to the airport.

Where the heck is Fakarava anyway? Near Tahiti:

After a lengthy travel day(s), we were greeted at the Fakarava hut airport by Livia and Carol, who had also arranged a ride for us to get to their boat. We spent the afternoon getting reacquainted with the stately S.V. Estrellita 5.10b and doing any necessary provisioning while we were at the most inhabited place on the atoll. The plan for the rest of our stay was to spend a few days parked at various places around the atoll. On a sailboat, you're always a slave to the weather. You want to be parked in places where you'll be protected from whatever weather is coming in, and it's great to have experienced sailors and virtual locals like our captains. Even with some unusual wind, they had it all figured out.

Our first parking spot was at the motu of Harifa. (A motu is an island that's formed where the coral atoll sticks above the water.) There is a family that lives on this motu and they were preparing to open a restaurant for guests of nearby pensions. That's great news for us, because they were holding a Polynesian feast as a celebration, complete with a pig roasted in the sand. More on that later.

When you're walking around the motu you're essentially walking around someones yard, so it's nice to talk with the people who live there and make sure it's okay. Of course it was okay, and they were super nice. They even let us collect some green coconuts before we went to walk along the reef on the ocean side of the motu. Livia and Carol had a checklist of "experiences" that we needed to complete and collecting coconts was one of them. Green coconuts are good for the sweet water inside. After you manage to rip one out of a tree (in this case we had a nice long hook to use), you use your giant rusty machete to carve a nice opening in the top. Thankfully Carol was experienced in this area because Christine and I were making a mess of it. Later in the trip, learned how to open brown coconuts, and also also the joys of dumping some rum into a juicy green coconut.

Coconut Queen

Bumps on a log

With a little time the next day to kill before the feast and acceptable winds, Carol was itching to try out his new kiteboarding gear. After he showed us what it looks like when you do it right, Christine and I got harnessed up and just flew the kite (no board). It's hard enough to keep the kite in the air, I imagine it takes quite a bit of practice to do it with a board under your feet. Seems like a fun time.

On to the feast. The family started early in the morning with preparing the food and the pit. They built a fire in the pit and when it burned down they stacked various meats wrapped in leaves (okay, and some foil too). After the food was layered in the pit they carefully put sand shoveled sand back into the pit. For the very top layer of sand, they used lighter colored sand so they could easily see any smoke that was escaping and plug the hole. Their outdoor dining room was set up with a few tables for people and a long table for all of the food they had prepared. It was impressive. They had to keep squeezing dishes together to make more room for more food that was coming out of the kitchen. There were various types of smoked meats, some banana dishes, fish, and more. So delicious.

Well fed and rested, we left Harifa in the morning for the South Pass. The coral atoll ring is broken at the South Pass, which allows ocean water to sweep in and out of the atoll with the tide. The sea water brings nutrients and food into the atoll and the rich water is home to colorful coral and beautiful fish. The area is a UNESCO world heritage sight.

There aren’t a lot of safe places to park in the pass, but thanks to some friends of Livia and Carol’s we were able to park on a mooring in a sweet spot in the pass that would give us a great home base for playing in the area. Upon arrival Carol needed to get in the water to check the mooring gear (and make sure we weren’t going to float away in the middle of the night). I grabbed my snorkeling gear and hopped in the clear blue water too. While he was off doing real work, I was awestruck just looking around in the water. You could see thirty feet down to the ocean floor. And I had a good clear look at the sharks in the water. Yes, sharks. Mostly black tip sharks. They’re not very menacing, but it’s still a little strange at first to be swimming in the open water with them.

Look out you're being followed  by sharks!

One of the great things to do at the pass is snorkel over the coral. The best way to do is to time it with the tides so that you’re snorkeling as the water is flowing into the pass. You hardly have to swim because the current carries you over the coral. It feels like flying. It’s amazing. Over the course of the few days we were there, we did this snorkel run probably twice a day. Despite the massive beauty of the pass, its remoteness prevents any crowds of people. Some people scuba dive there, but other than that we didn’t see any other people in the water. Can you imagine having a place like this all to yourself? Believe it.

Pictures don't do it justice.

One of the things I was most looking forward to doing on our trip was spearfishing. Snorkeling around in clear blue water with sharks and a spear gun? Yes please. While there are tons of fish in the water, not all of them are edible. Some of them are contaminated with a toxin called ciguatera. The “safe” fish vary from anchorage to anchorage too, so it’s typically best to check with any locals in the area.

Since there are sharks in the water, one person would fish while the another swam nearby with the dingy. When a fish was speared, you get it out of the water and into the dingy as soon as possible so the sharks wouldn’t come over and steal your fresh kill. On my first trip out, Carol and I went to various coral heads near the boat and looked for fish. Thanks to my excellent coach, I speared a fish on that first trip. We went fishing several times with varying levels of success. Even when we didn’t spear any fish, you’re snorkeling in some amazing water so it’s still a great time.

Catch of the day

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Fresh catch on our beach coconut fire. (Marble grouper on left, parrot fish on right)

From the south pass, we sailed up to the north pass of the atoll. Surprise - it was also beautiful. We anchored near another beautiful reef and did some more spearfishing, snorkeling, stand up paddling, beach walking, lounging. Life was feeling really difficult at this point.

Unfortunately, we our trip was coming to an end. The day before our flight we went back to the main village to get prepped to leave. We did some shopping, and walking around, but mostly we just tried to soak in as much sun and water as we could before we left.

What a great and memorable trip. As we stood in check-in line at the Tahiti airport, I couldn't help but think about how nobody had quite the vacation we just did. I'm sure they had a great time at their resorts, but I think we got to see something completely different. We're lucky to have such good and adventurous friends that are willing to share their adventure with us.

More photos on Flickr.

A blog on life support

Wow, is this thing still alive? I should probably write here more. Maybe someday I'll write about our recent trip to French Polynesia....but don't hold your breath. So what's happened in the year and a half since I last wrote on this blog? I decided to go through my photos since December 2012 and remind myself (although, I've also done a crappy job of documenting my life via photos too):

• Went to The Cyclocross World Champhionships in Louisville, KY
• Rode the Ronde van Vlaanderen citizen's ride in Belgium generally had a good time with friends in Belgium. (Wow, I can't believe I didn't write about that. I suck.)
• New York for Christine's birthday to see Book of Mormon and do a lot of eating.
• I have a lot of photos of our dog Banksy laying on Christine's feet
• Hudson family reunion in Asheville, NC
• Moved to Longmont.
• Some fishing (and occasionally catching a fish)
• Some family came out to celebrate "Thanksgiving" together in Breckenridge.
• Broke my hand mountain biking in Crested Butte on the first day of the cyclocross race season.(still managed to have a great time)
• Kuzca had some surgery to remove some lumps and became way more energetic for than expected for a 12 year old dog.
• Drank some beer. 
• Brewed some beer. 
• Tore a tendon in my ankle skiing (goodbye cyclocross season....again)
• Went to French Polynesia to visit Livia and Carol

 That about sums it up.

2012 Boulder Cyclocross Series Finale

It’s time for another rare, collector’s edition, blog post about cyclocross. Today was the final race in the Boulder Cyclocross series. With my good showings at Interlocken (2nd) and Valmont (1st), I had a tenuous hold on the overall series lead. As the race approached, I crunched the numbers and knew who I needed to watch out for on race day to maintain my lead.

It seemed as if the cycling gods were not smiling on me as this race approached. First, the race got moved to the Boulder Reservoir. I’ve successfully avoided racing there for several years because I hadn't liked it previously. A lot of sand and sometimes goatheads. Second, some cold weather and snow were supposed to move in. I’m not really fond of racing in snow. But hey, at least the sand would be frozen, right?

Race day came, but the snow didn’t. It was cold, but dry. My legs didn’t feel great during my warmup, but I at least felt like I was riding the sand reasonably well. I got off to a pretty good start – 3rd wheel going into the first section of sand. I nearly lost my rear wheel coming off the pavement, but I saved it. I think it kind of shook me though, and it showed in my tentative riding.

I battled near the front for the first lap, but my legs felt heavy and I was starting to get overtaken. On the second lap, someone came up on the inside of a corner, overcooked it, and stopped dead in the tape. I was riding pretty close, and ran into him. The crash managed to mess up my front brake enough that I couldn’t ride, so I ran to the pit to grab my spare. Someone I knew happened to be working the pits for another friend and he grabbed my bike. I told him what was wrong, and he had it fixed up by the next time I went by the pit. We performed a flawless bike exchange, and I was on my way. I owe Eric a beer. It was unbelievable how smooth that went.

By this point I was pretty cooked and I could see that my closest competition in the overall standings was up the road. It was pretty frustrating, but I charged ahead hoping that he would slip back or I could pick up some places. When I crossed the line I thought for sure I had lost the overall by maybe one place. It’s devastating to have that happen due to a mechanical problem (although my poor riding was probably more to blame).

The promoter of the race uses a chip timing system that, when it works correctly, provides instant unofficial results via a laptop. After I dusted myself off and congratulated my friends, I went over to check the results. Low and behold, I did just enough to keep the overall lead! My competition finished in 8th, which meant I needed to finish 11th or better. I finished 10th. It is super exciting to pull that off. I wish I could have had a better series finale performance, but I’ll take it.

As usual, the amateur racing scene doesn’t pay too well. I won a free pair of shoes ( that I can’t get in the wide width that I need), a jersey, socks, and a small plaque.

One more race weekend to go –the state championships. I’m gunning for the podium.

Did I really just win a race?

I haven’t done any race reports this year, but now seems like a good place to start. I’ve been having a great cyclocross season with several top 10’s and even a second place at Interlocken. I started out the season hoping that I could just hang with this group that readily kicked my ass last year, and now I’m a contender.

Saturday was another race at the Valmont bike park in Boulder. I got off to a slow start and soon found myself around 10th. I burned some matches early and was able to get into a lead group of about 7, but I wasn’t feeling great. I thought I was going to have to go into damage control mode, but soon people started fading and making mistakes. After a few laps, there were just 3 of us up front with a small gap to the chasers.

I sat in third for a while, happy to let the others set the pace. When the 2nd place rider was having trouble holding on to the wheel in front of him, I came around him and closed the gap. The guy in first made a couple attacks, but I was comfortable and able to cover them. At the top of the course with 2 laps to go, he really slowed down. I took the cue to pull around and set the pace for the descent. He pulled back around me on the last lap and put in another surge to try and drop me again. As strong as he was, I could always make up some ground and catch him on the technical stuff. (I never thought I’d be talking about out-riding people on technical terrain.) I sat on his wheel for most of the rest of the lap. I knew my legs were good, and I was hoping they were better than his.

On my warmup laps, I had paid attention to where I thought the last good place for passing was. When we got to that point on the last lap I gave it everything I had and pulled into first. I never looked back until the last corner, and I could see he was still close. One last explosion to make it across the line, and I won by less than a second.

This win means a lot to me. My skills were good, my legs were good, and I really rode smart and executed a game plan to beat some really tough competition. I was really frustrated last year after upgrading and feeling like I’d never see the front end of the race again. I’ve been working super hard this year and it’s amazing to feel the hard work pay off. I have enough upgrade points to upgrade to a Cat 2 now. Wow. That’s still a little hard to believe. I’m hoping I can finish out the season as a Cat 3 and then upgrade to Cat 2 for next year.


Not even enough time to throw my hands in the air.