We had a little sunset fiesta at a secret society locale called the Sunpit. Mostly made up of lifties, the people drank and dug "tiger traps" (holes covered with branches and snow) for the unknowing. Kinda funny but we were not welcome, for we were not locals. bummmerrrr dude..
Probably the most exciting event of the trip.. On our way out of Golden today we stopped road side to take in the view. Spontaniously we hiked one hour up into the back country to take on some fresh pow-pow. A warden came snooping around in probable fear that we were unexperienced mountaineers. In all obviousness we were, but we came out alive in the white out conditions. It was a buzz and refreshingly refreshing danger.
Is the title of this post related to the poor soul that passed in Golden?
ReplyDeleteRIP!