There was nothing morbid about it. I wanted to visit the site of a plane that had crashed 40 years ago in the wilderness, where the wreckage still remained. One of the main reasons this interested me: it was going to be a very challenging hike physically, also one where I would have to plot the course myself since there are no trails to the site.
Well actually, the route started at a very popular trailhead, and the first couple of miles were spent passing people and their dogs on the trail. I wasn’t in the mood for people. I couldn’t wait to take the detour that would take me off the trail, up steep mountain sides, past beautiful unnamed lakes, and over snowfields where very few people tread.
Unnamed lake looking towards South Arapaho Peak, the one I climbed a few weeks ago.
