Monday, August 17, 2009

Breckenridge 4th of July Bowl

As the GPS read 13,663 ft the air is a little thin but the juice was well worth the squeeze. After what seemed like endless switch backs with unforgiving inclines we had finally made it to the summit. The reward was an icy cold PBR and a nice ski run down the mountain in the middle of the summer. Usually this time of year I have my toes buried in the sugar white Gulf of Mexico sand with Corona and lime on tap. I have to say this was a stellar change of pace; the view of the surrounding ranges atop the peak was humbling Mother Nature’s way of letting us know how small we really are. Luckily that day she rewarded our exhausting hike with powder blue skies and picturesque clouds.

Flag Posted up at the peak, Im a God Damn AMERICAN!! Seemed to be the phase of the day...

This Ridge to the peak was very steep off to the right if u make a wrong step ur tumbling the whole way down

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