Metro to Mountain Journal

Note: This blog was taken from the cloudhiking.com/Mount
HolyCross/ - Post-Climb Comments. I pretty much copied and pasted the article. Sorry I am a little brain dead. There is lots to write about, I just don’t have the time.

Before reaching the crest of the trail going over Half Moon Pass, we met a couple who were standing in the trail taking pictures of something out of our view. As we approached, the woman secretively said, "get out your camera, it's a marmot!"

We laughed and told her there were plenty of marmots on the mountain. The couple had hardly hiked above treeline. (I believe they were vacationing from North Carolina.)

We were happy they were able to see their first marmo. We also told them about the small pikas. It is funny how some of the joys of being outdoors become common place. Seeing your first marmot (or finding your first pair of boots that were eaten by a marmot), identifying a wildflower, or spotting a bird all bring a sense of discovery to the part of our souls that long for the call of the wild.

Holy Cross was number 32, only 22 peaks to go.