Whisperings of Color
After our Crested Butte ride, Snowcatcher and I camped at one of our favorite places along Mill Creek. This area also is access to one of my favorite wilderness areas – the West Elk Wilderness. We've spent a lot of time here backcountry skiing, hiking, harvesting wild raspberries and dodging lightning.
We had planned to ride again on day two of our adventure. However, a small wet system put the kibosh on that. Riding wet trails isn't too cool from a rutting standpoint. Plus, Zeus was active; I'm convinced he has a thunderbolt with my name on it.
After enjoying the drizzle softly ping against our vehicle off and on throughout the night, we enjoyed taking pictures in the early morning mist. We also decided to slowly work our way back home, hitting leaf areas along the way.
Our home away from home is ready for another day in the sticks.
Mill Creek still had a fair amount of green. However, where the leaves had changed, the colors were spectacular.
We bid Mill Creek a farewell, for now.
Eastbound, we decided to check out South Park's Michigan Creek and Georgia Pass area because it usually has a good display of color. Better yet, there are moose in the wetlands. Sometimes you get lucky enough to see one.
The aspen were close to peaking here.
Many places were almost surreal.
Snowcatcher went to work catching images.
But I kept waiting for fairies to appear.
Thanks for the color Georgia Pass; we'll see you next year!
Adios
Autumn
Happy autumnal equinox, everyone. The first day of fall has arrived. It's only one of two times per year that the duration of night and day is theoretically equal at all points of the earth. More specifically, winter is right around the corner.
A good place to enjoy fall is Crested Butte, Colorado.
There are lots of yellow leaves, along with some red and orange. Rising in the background is 12,625 foot Gothic Mountain.
Autumn color abounds along the Brush Creek drainage east of Crested Butte.
Teocalli Ridge sports a good variety of leaf color. The remaining green indicates more yellow to come.
Populus Tremuloides is the formal name for an aspen tree. In Colorado, an aspen is commonly known as a quaking aspen, or quakie.
The Black Pearl was my mode of transportation for the day.
Teocalli Ridge flame-tips contrast with the blue sky. What's that George Strait song – "Baby Blue?"
The view down Brush Creek from Teocalli Ridge foretells more yellow on the way. 12,516 foot Mount Whetstone rises in the background.
Strand Hill rises across the valley from Teocalli Ridge.
Quakie stand of flame-tips quake in the breeze at the terminus of Teocalli Ridge with Brush Creek.
Riding singletrack through yellow quakies on a warm fall day is nothing short of magical.
Every time you stop to open and close a gate you have a chance to catch your breath and take it all in! The gates are for the ubiquitous bovine. After all, you're in the middle of ranching country.
Looking north at Teocalli Ridge from the Strand Bonus Trail.
Elton John's "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road" kept popping into my mind for some reason.
13,208 foot Teocalli Mountain towers above Brush Creek and is the 478th highest peak in Colorado. Castle Peak is seen peeping over the east shoulder of Teocalli. Castle Peak touches the sky at 14,265 feet and is the 13th highest peak in Colorado.
There is more to come of this colorful season, so stay tuned.
Adios
The Wave of Arizona in January
Snowcatcher put in for The Wave lottery last year, and we were drawn. This would be our second visit to this unique formation. We spent the night in Kanab, Utah, and traveled to White Pocket the next morning. Our permit for the Wave was for the following day.
After four-wheeling into and out of White Pocket, Snowcatcher and I found a nice little spot to camp right on the Utah/Arizona border and within a mile of the Wave's Wire Pass trailhead. Better yet, our camp was within several miles of where the 1776 Dominguez-Escalante Expedition was known to have camped days before venturing into, and being stymied by, the deep, intricate canyons of what is now known as the Lake Powell region. The idea was to start hiking predawn to capture morning sun hit. But, you know what? It's awful hard to crawl out of a warm bag on a cold January morning, even in the desert. Hence, we were late. But, that's okay; there also was a thin cloud cover to severely mute first light.
The Wave is another geologic gem of Jurassic Period Navajo Sandstone. It also calls home the stunning high desert area of the Paria Plateau between Kanab, Utah, and Page, Arizona. The hike begins in the Coyote Buttes area of southern Utah.
By education, I'm a hydrologist; yet, my head is still linking synapses after reading about iron oxide mineralogies. Nonetheless, here is a simple summary of what I've gleaned after a little research.
One could view The Wave as dissected ancient sand dunes.
The stunning crossbedding we see today is the result of seasonal changes in ancient dune migration.
Beautiful red, orange, buff, yellow, purple, white and pink coloration is controlled by iron oxide mineralogies.
The smooth bowl of waves is predominantly a wind-scoured channel whose dimensions behave like a venturi. The increased speed of wind helps to further sculpt out the visually smooth waves.
Fantastic, swirling, mystical sand phantoms float amongst granules of stone.
A handful of anomalies hide here and there.
The Wave II can be found almost adjacent to the Wave.
The whole area is fun to explore, and should be if you visit. I'm sure we'll be back soon. Thanks for reading.
Adios
