Hiking to Gray Rock

I went hiking with Bob up to a hike he calls "Gray Rock."  Bob is a hiking friend of mine.  He is seventy-eight years old and can out-hike people half his age.  His favorite hikes are what are affectionately known around here as "fourteeners" . . . the mountain peaks that are fourteen thousand feet high! Needless to say, I don't do those!

When Bob and I go hiking . . . on one of his hikes . . . for me, it is exhausting . . . I get home, and pretty much can't do anything else for the rest of the day . . . although I am getting better.  Sometimes, I can't do anything the next day, either.  Now, to put it into perspective . . . said hike that takes about everything out of me, is Bob's "rest day."  The following day he'll go on a hike that is twice or more long, and three times as tough.  Although, he doesn't take me on hikes that are too tough.

Our hike to Gray Rock . . . I did end up doing some complaining up the hill. The first part of the hike was all uphill . . . which I normally don't do, but Bob was sure I could do this one.  He wasn't so sure after I started complaining in the first five minutes!!  But, I made it, the views were spectacular, and the way down was easy.  Unfortunately, I knew it would be a tough hike, so I didn't want the added three ounces of my camera!  So, I didn't take any pictures.

It's color season here in Colorado.  And although we don't get the spectacular oranges and reds of Maine, it's still pretty durn beautiful.  These pics are taken close to my house.