One thing that fooled me into thinking that I would be okay after a few days of leisurely acclimatizing in Rocky Mountain National Park and around Ouray is that I'd had no problems hiking above 10,000 feet in Yellowstone. But apparently my breaking point wasn't at the 10,600-foot level I was hiking there, but the 11,600 feet that I encountered in the San Juans.
Next time I'll have to train better and take more time growing accustomed to the thin air.
|We were stopped roughly in this area. Maybe another 100 vertical feet from where I took this photo.|
|And this is Columbine Pass, where we finally found ourselves, but not until we'd spent an extra night on the wrong side of the mountains.|
Shortly after lunch, we were sent packing by lightning.