The fog was thick this morning at 5,280 feet. For those not in the know, that’s one mile above sea level. My lungs feel a slight tightening pinch as I step outside, but I shake it off. I have adventure ahead of me.
I rev up the truck engine, navigate my way out of the Mile High City toward Interstate 70 and the incredible Rocky Mountains. No more than five minutes on the road and I’m above the fog, with nothing but crisp blue morning skies ahead.
It’s funny that I’ve never been on this road before, since Colorado is my neighbor to the East. Regardless, I’m just happy to be back in the mountains. Armed with a fun new app and my girlfriend TP in the passenger seat, I hyperlapse my way through the Rockies for a weekend full of new adventures.
