It was, undoubtedly, the coldest night of the trip, although at just shy of 11,000 feet, with small patches of snow still on the ground, that doesn’t quite come as a surprise. The clearing we had found to camp in filled with sunlight bright and early, rousting everyone from their slumber well before 8:00am. First on the list was for Jim Bob and I to move our tents into the sun; the morning dew was heavy, and condensation filled the nooks and crannies from the night before.
The sun crested the mesas bright and early, and the occasional shuffle and burble of a truck passing on the nearby trail hurried the morning along. Our excitement was high: Day Five was underway. The day itself didn’t have huge plans; we were several hours south of our eventual destination, and for better or worse, it was the one day of the trip we knew we’d be pounding pavement.
Sunrise came early, and day three began with a storybook sunrise. As the horizon began to glow in the distance, the lake below us shimmered and danced in the growing light. The silence of the desert was broken only by the snapping of camera shutters: everyone was up early to witness what I’d imagine we’d all agree was the most astounding sunrise we’ve ever seen.
In 2017, the StanceWorks Off Road crew planned a trip to the mountain ranges of Colorado, set for mid-summer as the temps throughout the country became unbearable and the climb to higher altitudes would offer reprieve from the August heat.
I started planning this trip a long time ago, in my free time. When it was finally time to leave, I left Santa Barbara around 9am on Saturday to start the long trek towards the St. George area to meet up with Chandler and Chris at the trail head of a spot I like.