The small "village" of the Colorado Chautauqua sits at the base of the Flatirons, five mountains that resemble old-fashioned irons. The rocks are made of sandstone, approximately 290 million years old.
I wasn't going to hike at all today because my calves are sore from the hills of the last two days. But, outside my door are miles of trails and these incredible mountains. So, after a short run on the Boulder Creek Path, I ate breakfast, laced up old running shoes, and headed into the hills again. I'm beginning to understand the lure of long days on the Appalachian Trail, or any other trail.
I wasn't going to hike at all today because my calves are sore from the hills of the last two days. But, outside my door are miles of trails and these incredible mountains. So, after a short run on the Boulder Creek Path, I ate breakfast, laced up old running shoes, and headed into the hills again. I'm beginning to understand the lure of long days on the Appalachian Trail, or any other trail.
I finished reading A Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes. To coincide with my stay here in the mountains, tomorrow I plan to start Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed.
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