On the Top

Last weekend we decided to go drive into the mountains. It was a good decision. The leaves of the Aspens are very bright yellow and make the mountains beautiful. Also, I have never been in the mountains. I've been past the mountains, on top of the peak, on the other side of the peak, near the mountains ... but never in the mountains - surrounded on all sides, lots of snow on the tops of the mountains but nowhere else, etc.

So, we drove up and found a nice place to eat. We saw lots of ski resorts without snow. Micah said that it was really strange looking without the snow. I think it's probably strange looking even with the snow. I mean, there are these huge chunks of the mountain that should have trees, but doesn't. It's strange.

On our way to our picnic place, we wound our way around the side of a mountain, saw some beautiful color, and saw some snow capped mountain peaks. Don't ask which mountains we saw, I have no idea.


After lunch, we headed through the Eisenhower Tunnel. As we came out of the end of this mile-plus long tunnel, we entered into snow! It was snowing! It was very strange. Everything looked so different with the snow, it was like we were somewhere completely different, not just a mile from where we entered.

We went to the town of Dillon and drove through it until we reached Montezuma. I don't think that we can call this a real town. There were only dirt roads and about 6 houses. In the middle of the houses there was another dirt road and a stop sign where they intersected. A stop sign! Are there really enough people on these two dirt roads that they needed a stop sign!

Anyway, we continued through the town and took a turn up the mountain. This dirt road was more of a "bunch of half-buried rocks that made what kinda might resemble a dirt road if you look really hard and turn your head". As we climbed up the mountain, we realized that we were getting closer and closer to the treeline.

Soon we were past all of the houses. Apparently there are people that travel this "road"often. There was even a sign telling you not to park on the road because they plow it! I can't believe that people plow that.

We drove through 2 streams.

At what we thought was the top, we lost the road for a minute, but luckily we saw this road sign.


We shortly realized that we were in this beautiful valley in between the tops of a couple of mountains. In the pictures you can see the treeline. We were only maybe 10 feet or so from where the trees stopped growing.


We briefly tried to go up this road called Radical Hill. Quickly we realized that the road was appropriately named and was less of the road than the first one we were on. Instead of being half-buried rocks, the road was a "bunch of rocks piled on top of each other in a way that it makes a path through the grass and someone decided to call it a road". We stopped and got out. It was snowing! We walked up the "road" farther and saw that it got worse! A little farther up it became a stream as the water from the rain earlier that day rolled down the mountain.

Can you find the "road"?


After we turned around, we continued on the road we were on once before, Webster Pass Road. That took us, after several hairpin turns, to the top of the mountain. When we got to the top, we saw a beautiful red mountain that we found out was called Red Cone. It was amazing.