As the saying goes, I got a little too into the rum the night before. Although it was beer instead of rum. Nothing will clear the cobwebs though like a brisk morning hike up a mountain.
Chief Mountain to be precise.
Half the adventure of this hike outside of Denver is finding the trailhead. If successful, you then climb through beautiful pines for a spell before rising above the tree line.
For me, all the cloudiness of the previous night disappears with this final view. The shadows from the clouds above slowly devour the landscape below. I watch in silence as the wind howls.
