We hiked Mt. Sherman Sunday for Allie’s last day in Colorado. She had a 14er on her bucket list and we really cut it close crossing it off the list. The term ‘14’er was one of those things that when I moved here, I thought people were ranking it a 14 out of 10 or something along those lines. Amazing views, incredible experience etc.
Nope, turns out it means you hit an elevation of 14,000 feet at the tip top if the hike. Otherwise known as 'climb up a steep hill with a rhino on your chest.' The altitude folks- it's a killer.
It’s not that bad BUT the comparison isn’t far off in my humble opinion. The first 15 minutes there really is a metaphorical rhino. After you get past that, it's only up from there (ha.)
The views are truly breathtaking.
Something I didn't know before moving to Colorado- Mountains aren't made up of piles of dirt. So far, the consistency of the trails I've hiked have been flat rocks that litter the paths.
Mt. Sherman is a relatively short 14er in comparison to some larger ones. It probably took us 2.5 hours to scale the thing. Those hours included breather breaks. I am not an olympian.
As you're probably gathering, the climb was worth it. Literally feeling on top of the world is a feeling that doesn't come around every day.
We cheers'd to Allie's Colorado summer, snapped a million more pictures that all seem to look the same but with just a littttle bit different of an angle, and then headed back down.
The apprehension I started the hike with had evaporated by the end.