Well — I see that my last blog entry was March, 2017.  Good grief!  Where did the time go?  Oh yeah, I remember — surgery, chemo, work, rather boring doctor visits, accordion practice, taking up knitting, holidays and more work.  OK!  That’s a good excuse.  Right?

I did, however, make my Friday hikes (even on chemo days) mandatory.  I missed a few Fridays here and there, but for the most part, you could find me hiking a trail on Friday morning.

I’m rolling all of 2017 and January 2018 together into one picture blog entry (in no particular order).  Hope you enjoy the scenery …..

In May, Map Master, Kris, Jacque and I visited Sedona, Arizona and Map Master’s shoe store, A Step Up.  If you’re ever in Sedona be sure to visit her (and her sister’s) store.  The BEST stylish and comfortable shoes ever.  We found time to hike a trail in Sedona.  Arizona is SO different from our Colorado Rockies.


Back to Colorado and hiking beautiful Eldorado Canyon trails.



Map Master “in” the canyon

Me and Vickie trying to look TALL.  We’re both rather short.  For the record, however, she is shorter than me.


In September, Speedy (Suzanne) and I hiked Mt. Falcon Park.  It was her first visit to the west side of Mt. Falcon.



A real snake on the trail


Speedy speeding down the trail (this is how she got her moniker)

We saw all kinds of wildlife.  Some moved so fast (squirrels, eagles, hawks), I couldn’t get a picture.







In November Map Master and I had the pleasure of hiking with two great guys — Lasse and Phillip.  They were visiting Map Master from Germany.  We took them to Eldorado Canyon for some great scenery.


Here are some “trail” pictures.







Map Master and I were hiking a low-land trail and all the underpasses were beautifully painted with murals from different artists.  Here Map Master and I tried to mount a painted bike to finish our hike.



Dec 291


I discovered some new hiking trails near Boulder,  The trails wander here and there, over (and in) culverts, under barbed wire fences, around construction and water towers — all over the place.  You can hike to Louisville or into Boulder’s Gunbarrel area.  They have no trail names so I named them “Margaret’s Trails.”  The trails are near my ex-husband and his wife’s (Margaret) home.  She pointed them out to me at Christmas, so now (to me) they are officially Margaret’s Trails.


“Hey Map Master. You first.”


“Any ideas where I should put my right foot?”


This was actually a HUGE tree that split almost in half


Ever wonder what the actual inside of a tree looks like. Well — here you go!

This brings us into January 2018.  Twice Vickie and I hiked White Rocks Trail in Boulder.


White Rock1

While hiking the White Rock Trail I found a heart rock.  People are leaving them all over the Denver Metro area — streets, parks, neighborhoods, etc.  What a fun surprise.  You can keep it, keep it and replace it, or leave it.  We chose to leave the rock for someone else to enjoy.


That just about sums up the past year.  There were many more hikes, but I don’t want to bore you with over 100 pictures.  You know — like when your aunt and uncle invite you over to see pictures of their trip to Nebraska and 3 hours later you wish you’d gone for that root canal instead!


I leave you with a picture taken January 3rd.  A new moon over the foothills as I drove to work on January 3, 2018.  What a great way to start the New Year.  You just gotta love Colorado!




Imagine my surprise when Leonard said, “Let’s go for a two mile hike.”  In nearly 26 years I’ve never heard those words come from his lips!

He wanted something close and something with a “view.”  So I took him to the Broomfield Lake Link trails where the foothills look so close, you think you can walk to them.  But you can’t.  That would be more like a 14 mile hike.

I’m not sure what exactly Leonard was expecting on this two mile hike.  But with his requests for something close and something with a view, he forgot to say that he wanted some type of motorized vehicle to hike with — like a Segway.

He started out pretty happy …..


“This is nice.”

….. but soon realized he needed to revise his statement from two miles to .56 miles.  That’s where he found the first bench.  I was patient.  OK — I was patient for about 30 seconds, but then got him moving again.


The trail was being heavily hiked that day — too many witnesses!

That is — until we arrived at the NEXT bench.  (I had no idea there were so many benches on the Lake Link trail.)




It was about 2:30 p.m. when we reached the halfway mark.  I told him we’d best turn around if we wanted to be home by DARK!

As he shuffled through the last mile he did say something like, “I’m sure this is good for you.”

“Yes it is,” I said, “how about we do this every Sunday?”

“I’ll think about it,” he said.  (Which in “mom” language means NOT A CHANCE!) “But it sure will be nice to be home.”


All quotes are verbatim.  This post was approved by Leonard.


On Friday, February 17th it was a sunny 68 degrees.  For the first time in months (due to my fractured ankle and December surgery) Map Master and I were able to hike in the mountains and have lunch on a secluded rock.

We started at Eben Fine Park in Boulder and climbed the Flagstaff Mountain trails.


Map Master and I had forgotten this trail is pretty much straight up.  But we didn’t care — it was Friday and we were HIKING!


Boulder, Colorado from the trail

We found the perfect rock to stop for lunch.


Map Master looks VERY happy to be out hiking


So does Bear Scout

The M.O.M.s have had the great fortune to run into many critters on our hikes.  We’ve seen dogs (of course), deer, moose, Abert squirrels, bears, bear cubs, birds, fox, coyotes, snakes and one more bear.  But — until today — we’ve never seen someone hiking with a cat.  Today there was a hiker with his Bengal cat on a leash.  I had never seen a Bengal cat, but they are BEAUTIFUL!  Map Master fell in love.


We talked with its’ owner and Map Master got the name of the breeder.  We decided she should get a Bengal cat and it will hike with us.


Our thoughts were muddled thinking about hiking with Map Master’s Bengal cat, and we ended up taking a bit of a wrong turn which dumped us at Gregory Canyon instead of Eben Fine Park.  Oops!  The fastest way to get back on track was to walk up Flagstaff Road for a ways.  As we were hugging the edge of the road (so as not to end up as road kill), a car full of guys came down and gave us a Cat Call.  (If you don’t know what this is — you’re too young — so ask your mom.)  At my age, I don’t get many of these.

'It's hubba-hubba, you idiot. Not yabba-dabba-do.'


Map Master and I decided it was a “sign” that she should get a Bengal cat.  Get it?  A “cat” call.


Once we were back on track, it didn’t take long to reach the car at Eben Fine Park.

But — wait!  I hear something calling for Map Master!  Whatdaya think Map Master?!?!?


“Map Master — can you handle all six of us?”


….. sang the Rolling Stones.

I wanted to be hiking in the mountains this past Friday.


But instead I was hiking another section of the Coal Creek Trail/Dutch Creek Open Space.



One more week of hiking flat trails and if my x-ray shows my fractured ankle is healed, I’m heading into the mountains.

With my ankle brace, of course!



It was a beautiful cool, sunny Friday, September 23rd.  My friend and I decided to meet in Golden and hike Mount Galbraith.  Mount Galbraith has beautiful views into two canyons and the City of Golden.  Perhaps we might see some cliff-nesting eagles, a few hummingbirds, or perhaps even a big horn sheep.  Yay!

You begin the hike on the Cedar Gulch trail and at 1.3 miles reach the Mount Galbraith loop trail.  A description of the hike said the Cedar Gulch trail is a “steady, moderate climb with views into Golden Gate Canyon.”  The description also said, “Take it easy at the beginning of the trail.  Hiking Mount Galbraith is most challenging at the start and the rest of the trail is more peaceful and relaxing after the initial incline.”


Aerial view of Cedar Gulch to the loop

Doesn’t that sound nice?  Peaceful and relaxing.  A peaceful and relaxing hike.  It seemed like a nice way to end my busy work-filled week.  Peaceful.  Relaxing.

The description was correct.  Cedar Gulch trail had lots and lots of stone stairs and rocks.


Random hiker


Dottie and I were quickly making our way to the loop intersection.  We were so close to the 1.3 mile mark (1.08 miles to be exact).  The trail was skirting the side of Mount Galbraith and was sloping slightly to the left.  On a flat, dirt-packed part of the trail (the stone stairs behind us) I placed my left foot down and it felt like I folded my foot in half at the ankle.


I thought I could walk it off.  This wasn’t going to stop our peaceful and relaxing hike.  I was determined to rest for a minute and forge ahead.

But after five minutes, I still couldn’t walk.  We had to turn around.  And you know what that means?  I now had to climb down the stone stairs with only one working foot.

With Dottie’s help (a lot of hand holding) and some butt scooting, we made it down.  I drove to my friend’s house where we removed my hiking boot and immediately called the doctor’s office and scheduled an appointment.


It became way more colorful and swollen the next day.

The doctor asked lots of questions.


Then she requested an X-ray.

Doctor’s Diagnosis:  Fractured ankle bone.
My Reaction:  But can I still hike?!?!?
Treatment:  Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation (the RICE treatment) and wear a big old fat sweaty boot for 2 weeks, then an ankle support for 6 weeks.
My Reaction:  How am I going to hike in a big old fat sweaty boot?!?!?
Doctor’s Recommendation:  No hiking for 4 weeks.
My Reaction:  WHAT?!?!?  No hiking for 4 weeks!  But I haven’t missed one Friday hike this whole year.  (The doctor wasn’t a bit concerned with my pristine 2016 hiking record.)


So — Dottie and I didn’t make it to the peaceful and relaxing Mount Galbraith loop trail.  We saw no hummingbirds or big horn sheep (although I think I did see some stars!).  But I can tell you that my first hike back on the trail will be Mount Galbraith.

Update:  Don’t tell my doctor, but last Friday was such a beautiful day that I did get on the Coal Creek trail and hiked a little over 3 miles.  The Coal Creek trail has zero elevation, packed gravel, and a beautiful view of the foothills as you head west.  It felt so good to be outside.  I walked very carefully  with my poles (and of course, with my big old fat sweaty boot).

It wasn’t Mount Galbraith, but it was outside and it felt great!


This is my tenth year of passionately hiking our beautiful Colorado Mountains.  In those ten years, we’ve been charged by a mother bear — been forced down the trail by a bear having lunch by a tree — and had two little bear cubs running parallel to our trail near Gregory Canyon.

Today I was hiking solo.  The last time I hiked the Kohler Mesa trail was September 2007.  Time to reacquaint myself.

The trail begins with a rather steep stair climb up a hill.  It levels off at the top and connects with the Mesa Trail.  The views were beautiful.





At the .83 mile mark — Bear Scat!


My head said, “Run Bear Scout!  Run back to the car!  Go home!  Make some hot chocolate and watch a movie!”  My Bear Scout head said, “Nah — it will be fine.  Keep hiking.”

Besides — bears don’t want to eat me.  They want to eat the berries on the numerous berry bushes I passed.


Even I was tempted to grab a few.


I stopped to marvel as a Gibbifer Californicus was diligently pushing a clod of dirt up the trail.  It was hysterical.  He would travel about 2 inches, then the dirt clod would roll over him and he would begin again.  After numerous attempts, his buddy came to help.  And yup — the clod pushed them both down the trail.  I really wanted to help, but I wasn’t exactly sure of their destination.


The dirt clod was three times his size.

I continued on the Mesa Trail, and took it all the way to NCAR; then turned around to complete my Friday hike.

I arrived at the intersection of Mesa Trail and Skunk Canyon Trail.  It looked inviting …..


So down the trail I went.  I was about 10 minutes down the trail, rounding a slight bend when just 4 feet from my head coming from the bushes I heard a loud, grumbling sound.  Now — as my faithful blog followers know — I have a rather active imagination.  This was NOT my imagination.  I looked towards the bushes and saw either the hind end, or shoulder of a black bear.

Let me answer the questions running through your heads right now …..

  1. No, I don’t know if it was a male or female.
  2. No, I don’t know if there were cubs.
  3. My best guess — this bear was sleeping and I walked by disturbing him/her.
  4. No, I did not get a selfie!  (Although — what a great idea!)
  5. Yes — I am CERTAIN it was a black bear.
  6. Yes, I had my bear spray with me.
  7. No, I didn’t have to use it.
  8. No, my life did not pass before my eyes.
  9. No, I did not have to give up my PB&J sandwich (which I really didn’t want to share).
  10. Yes, I was beginning to question my sanity of going down a narrow remote trail solo.

What did I do?!?!?  I backed up the trail, but the bear did not move.  (I really do think I disturbed his/her afternoon nap.  And you know how you hate to be interrupted while napping!)  When I was about 10 feet away, I turned, and walked VERY fast up the trail.  When I was about 20 feet away, I ran like hell and got back to the Mesa Trail in record time.


OK — no more diversions.  Back to the car!

Well — one more diversion.  Near the Kohler trailhead is a short path to Green Mountain Cemetery (where I was NOT going to end up this Friday).  A quick trip to the cemetery …..


…..then back to the car.  On the way back what do I see?  More …..



I gotta get the heck outta here and make some hot chocolate and watch a movie!



After two attempts (both in 2014) to hike to Blue Lake in Indian Peaks Wilderness, I finally made it on Friday, July 22nd.  Mountain Mary, Precious Sam Survivor Man and I sailed past Mitchell Lake, hiked and climbed through rocks and creeks, and made it to Blue Lake.  It was definitely worth the wait!  Mountain Mary has proclaimed the hike to Blue Lake as her favorite hike of the summer.

It has all been documented in pictures below.  Enjoy!

A cool 62 degrees begins our hike …..


Heading up the trail.






Beautiful birds lovin’ the 11,000+ altitude.


I had forgotten about having to cross these logs over the raging creek.



I look hunched over because I WAS! I thought I could cross over better (and not fall) if I was closer to the logs. My preference would have been to CRAWL over them.

We saw two HUGE moose.  Here’s a picture of one of them.  Can you see him?  Yeah — me either — but trust me — he is there.  He’s the brown dot-like thing in the middle of this picture.



He looked like this!

I don’t think Mountain Mary and Precious Sam Survivor Man believed me when I said there was still snow up there …..


….. and flowers.


We’re getting closer.



And there it is — Blue Lake — complete with its’ own waterfall.


Made it!!!!  Now — to hike back down and across those darn logs!


On Friday, June 17th, Map Master, Mountain Mary, Precious Sam Survivor Man and I hiked the Burro and Mountain Lion trails at Golden Gate Canyon State Park.


Precious Sam’s moniker should really be “Wilderness Whisperer.”  On our hikes he has caught (among other things) tadpoles, frogs, lizards, snakes, and grasshoppers.  Well — just about anything that he can catch.  But don’t worry — no critters are harmed, and all are released.

So when Precious Sam Survivor Man hikes with us, it’s certain that we’ll be seeing lots of bugs!  Etc.


Shortly after hitting the trail, we did begin to see remnants of wild life.


Um — that was not a catch and release!


The Wilderness Whisperer attracts a Gibbifer Californicus


A strolling caterpillar

We hiked through some dense lodgepole pines and about 1.5 miles in we arrived at Forgotten Valley and the Tallman Homesteaad — complete with two front porch swings and a view of a small lake.


You can’t see the swings on the front porch — but they were extremely comfortable


HISTORY LESSON:  In 1870 Anders Tallman emigrated from Sweden to the U.S.  In 1882, he constructed a frame ranch house by moving a one-room schoolhouse to the property and adding a kitchen.  The area was so remote it was referred to as Forgotten Valley.  Other additions to the schoolhouse were made later.  Tallman married, and they settled down to a ranching life at the cabin.

Tallman’s children all married other Swedes and eventually his granddaughter-in-law, Ruth, and her husband John Wickstrom, took over the ranch.  After John’s death in 1951 Ruth moved away.  The absentee owners neglected this remote property and in 1970 it became part of Golden Gate Canyon State Park.


Meanwhile, Wilderness Whisperer was trolling the lake looking for salamanders.  Why?  Because he’s a boy?  I don’t know.



“Hey — I’m right behind you!”

Sad not to have found a salamander, he decides to take home a girlfriendmander.  Yeah — that’s stretching it, huh?  I couldn’t think of anything that rhymes with salamander.


The Burro Trail was steep, but what goes “up” must eventually go “down.”  After steep climbs and intervals of mixed forest and open hillsides, we began a steep descent.  Whew!

We found a teepee left by the Native American Indians (or an ambitious camp group) …..


“Hey Chuck — I think we found cheaper rent for Mountain Mary.”

After 6.62 miles, we arrived back at the trailhead — hot and dusty.

Looks like all those “bug” sightings and salamander searches just plum wore out Precious Sam Survivor Man a/k/a Wilderness Whisperer.


Nite Nite Wilderness Whisperer! Sweet salamander dreams!


The weather man lied.  He said it would be pouring rain Thursday night into Friday morning and let up Friday afternoon.  Ump!  So I slept in a bit Friday morning (as the sun was shining), and decided to skip the mountains and hike locally.  Ump!

'Once again, you were right only fifty percent of the time. Have you considered a career as a TV weatherman?'


Having wasted enough of the morning, I quickly downed some oatmeal, climbed into the Bear Scoutmobile, parked at the Coal Creek trailhead and headed east.  The M.O.M.s have never hiked the east end of the trail.

Someone constructed a swing over the creek.  Looks fun — but how the heck do you get on it without getting wet?!?


The creek was running high.



At one point, it overtook the trail.  A crew was trying to move the water and mud.


A couple miles in, I reached the Erie intersection.


The trail connection is fairly new.  A quick detour to the Overlook Trail showed the year the trails were started (1992) and the year of completion (2013).


Thank you Trailblazers!

I chose to take the trail to Flagg Park.  Oh Yay — a park!  Maybe get in a little swinging (without getting wet), or a little sliding.  You know — a little “park” fun.


Look how desolate!


No way I’m using that outhouse — I might disappear and never be seen again!

“Let’s go to Flagg Park,” said no one ever!

I turned around and headed back to the Bear Scoutmobile.


Most of the trail was lined with enormous weeds.  They were almost as tall as me!  Forget about the Zombies coming for you — worry about these Weeds!


The crews had been working on that mud mess while I was hiking to Flagg Park.  They told me, “It’s OK to use the trail now.”

Seriously?!?!?  There’s still 6 inches of mud there.  I detoured to the street.


It was a good trail to explore on this Friday afternoon.  Oh — and Mr. Weather Man — not a drop of water fell from the sky.

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