This month included the opportunity to take off a few days of work for a 3 day getaway into the Snowmass/Aspen, Colorado areas. En route there, a hiking trip happened near Glenwood Springs to see Hanging Lake.
The mouth of Glenwood Canyon heading towards Hanging Lake. There’s a well-kept rest area with restrooms there. Word of advice: Bring water.
Surprisingly, vibrant pink rose bushes line the sidewalk towards the hiking trail. Despite the lovely flowers here, the consistent small waterfalls and creeks that spill over rocks the entire way up, you are going to hike hard and sweat a lot. So bring that water. And there were Marmots! I had never seen one before. Like little nerf footballs, with fur…and legs!
Parts of the trail up to and down from Hanging Lake were never flat and sometimes quite rocky.
The views become more canyon-like the higher you climb as you near the top and the lake. Most hikers will encourage you on as they descend, assuring you it’s worth it.
And then you arrive. After the strenuous hike, you’re not sure if you’ve just been transported to a tropical island somewhere. Truly, how can this be at the top of a mountain in the middle of Colorado?
Carbonate minerals dissolved in the water give the lake it’s coloration. I had to look that up as I’ve heard a lot of people say it’s the limestone or other factors, but I didn’t know what exactly produced that gorgeous water.
Small trout swim in the shallows against the current coming from the waterfalls and are hypnotic to watch when you’re catching your breath on one of the many wood benches that line the lakeside.
That first photo is a humorous reminder as to how I often feel towards trying to maintain focus on Fridays. This little guy is a male hairy woodpecker in Richmond, VA that I ran across in my image archives. He was a constant visitor to the yard, attending to the suet feeders hanging from the trees. This day he took a keen interest in understanding just how my rose bush bamboo stake was for insect hunting.
A final transfer of prior travel photos from one location on the blog to here. I visited the coast of Maine in 2011 for a gray and overcast weekend. There was truly so much more to see but the visit was more to visit friends at the time. Hopefully someday I’ll be able to return and see more.
Another travel photo gallery I’ve needed to relocate from a prior page here on the blog so I’m posting it here to avoid losing it. I ventured to Hawaii, specifically the island of Oahu in 2010. Return trip? Yes please!
A photo gallery of a prior trip to Puerto Rico that I’m posting here to retain as part of the blog that was previously posted to another page, but as that page is now being restructured, I need to file these elsewhere to keep the photos.
Confessions are supposed to be good for the soul. Well, since I’ve added 35 posts to this site over the last 2 years, it’s been gnawing at me that my content, layout and posting strategy isn’t as ship-shape or consistent as I’d like. And yes, I’m that blogger who simply can’t leave things as they are. Just making changes going forward would just make far too much sense and be too easy.
So begging your pardon, I’ll be taking the site offline for a few days to do a bit of blog housekeeping. Thanks in advance for sticking with me; I sincerely appreciate your visits!
Be back soon-
Earlier this month, a camping trip happened in southern Wyoming at Vedauwood campground (part of Medicine Bow National Forest).
I would never have expected to run into a number of hummingbirds here.
Talk about a goldmine of a view.
Even two herons showed up (what’s next? Flamingos?).
The campsite itself was something to behold set up on the top of this rocky hilltop in total privacy at sunset.
Large, flat boulders made for a comfortable spot to stretch out and watch the sun go down.
The sunrise though. Wow.
I truthfully don’t know if I’ll ever see a glorious morning that stunning ever again in my lifetime. It took my breath away. That kind of natural beauty will make you stand quietly and thank all that is precious you were given the opportunity to witness it.
As I sat on a boulder near the edge of our site, I took notice of the many flowers that grew out of the slightest of crevices. Purples, yellows, whites and pinks abounded.
And little chipmunks were everywhere! They eagerly announced their energy and excitement to the world by flitting about and chirping loudly with their tails twitching this way and that.
I sincerely hope to come back to this exact spot again soon to experience this special place over and over.