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Hiking | 11.75 Miles |
2,057 AEG |
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| no partners | | I woke up early at my campsite on the Pitkin-Alpine Tunnel Road, in a deep, secluded canyon on the west side of the range, and crawled out of my 4Runner under cloudy skies and roaring wind among the peaks above to load my daypack. I then started walking east up the steep and rocky 4wd road leading to the ghost town of Hancock on the other side of the mountain, one of my destinations for the day’s hike. Crossing the Continental Divide at 12,100 foot Hancock Pass, views of range upon range of the central Colorado Rockies were visible before me. It was an easy downhill walk to the site of Hancock town at 11,000 feet, where I did some exploring and photography. Alpine Tunnel Trailhead was nearby, my second objective of the day. With forecasted storms not materializing, I continued west up Alpine Tunnel Trail along the old railroad grade of the Denver South Park and Pacific/Colorado and Southern, noting the 110 year old rotted railroad ties still present in places. A few marmots greeted me from talus slopes below as I neared treeline. This is an area of heavy winter snows, where trains would routinely be stuck and stranded in deep snow, or carried off the tracks by avalanches. The railroad eventually gave up and abandoned the Alpine Tunnel route after hemorrhaging money for 30 years trying to keep it open. The eastern portal of Alpine Tunnel, where this hike ends, has long since caved in, although a stream of water flows out of the cave-in debris. Historical signs add some info for visitors. from the tunnel I turned onto the Continental Divide Trail and scaled the ridge above the tunnel, before dropping down the opposite side into Alpine Tunnel station, where I had been the night before. The wind was roaring at the station site, where I did a bit more exploring before heading east down the railroad grade to my waiting truck. The drive out was beautiful, with plenty of aspens changing and a steady conveyor belt run of ragged clouds for drama. I stopped for a swim/bath in Cimarron Creek east of Montrose that afternoon, determining later that this was where I likely contracted giardia. The locomotive on a preserved trestle in the canyon was cool to see though. I eventually joined up with my brother Ryan and his friend Tim south of Ouray that night, where we camped out at the ghost town of Ironton. Very memorable day and trip. |
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Autumn Foliage Observation Moderate
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"…you never know when a hike might break out" -Jim Gaffigan |
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