Carson Saddle

Day 28

Miles hiked today: 22.9
Miles from Denver: 381.1
Elevation: 12,250 ft
Segments 22, 23
Landmarks: Continental Divide, Continental Divide Trail, Jarosa Mesa, Antenna Summit, Coney Summit, Carson Saddle, Cataract Lake

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I was anxious to get moving quickly this morning, both because it was very cold and because I planned to do a lot of miles. There was frost on the ground, and I think I can expect the temperature to start to drop over the next week or so that it takes me to finish this trail.

I am trying to make it to Silverton by Saturday morning, because the post office has some stuff that I sent there, the most important of which being my camera battery charger. I thought I would be clever and save some weight by mailing it ahead, and now it will drive me to do extra miles each day and race the post office hours. This upcoming weekend is Labor Day weekend, so if I miss the P.O. on Saturday, I would have to wait until Tuesday or do without. The one thing I absolutely don't want to happen on this trip is to run out of battery in my camera.

So I started out at 7:30, counting on a listed "good water source" 2.5 miles in for my breakfast. That water source never materialized, and neither did my breakfast. I did see a bobcat however, and watched him stalk me through the grass for about 10 minutes. He never did get very close, and at one point I moved and he spooked.

As if to top or equal yesterday, today was also a really incredible day on the trail. This area is hands down the best on the trail so far, starting with San Luis Peak and going, so I'm told, all the way to Silverton. After leaving the tree line in the morning, I didn't see another tree up close for the entire day. The trail climbs directly up to Jarosa Mesa, which is not nearly as flat or as large as Snow Mesa, but still qualifies and is really cool to walk across. I met a Denver-bound thru hiker named Maestro, who just seemed extremely happy to be hiking. He was carrying a light pack with a portable guitar strapped on the back, which is extremely cool. After a little bit I was passed by to people on mountain bikes, who were "bike packing," or carrying overnight gear. I ran into them a little bit later as well, and it sounded like they were going about the same distance I was planning for the day.

Finally I found a much needed water source, which is where a CDT thru-hiker named Boone found me. Boone passed me yesterday at about 11 am, having camped 14 miles behind me that day, and by 11 had already done around 20 miles. He arrived at the same road I did last night after dark, only he arrived around 4 pm or so and hitched into town. This guy can hike, and regularly does 30 and 40 mile days. He started on the CDT in Canada just 10 weeks ago. He's also a pretty cool guy, and gave me some energy gummies for the road. He hiked on, and I knew he would travel twice as far as I would today.

Where yesterday the trail went up and over passes and into several cirques, today it was climbing up massive flat-topped mountains, which were tilted. There must have been four or five of those before it went over Coney Summit, which is the highest point on the entire CT at 13,271 feet. The trail has been at 12,800 so many times that it hardly felt any different.

Coney Summit 13,271 feet

On the descent off of Coney Summit I ran into some problems. Despite a very confusing intersection of hiking trails and four wheel drive tracks, I was able to discern the correct way to go, where the trail and a jeep track descended towards Carson Saddle below. The problem arose when the trail turned right onto the jeep track, which was still very steeply descending for about 600 feet or so. This was a very hard packed dirt road with a fine powder dust on it, and my shoes gained absolutely no traction on it. My tread is almost completely worn off after 400 miles, and these shoes are headed for the dumpster at the end of this hike. But trying to walk on this road was like walking on a skating rink. This was the only time I actually fell on the trip so far, and I must have nearly fell at least six times. Finally I was forced to walk in the slanted tundra for about half a mile until the road leveled out again. If I had one real complaint about anything I have seen on the Colorado Trail so far, this would be it. It is silly not to cut an extra mile or so of trail to get hikers safely off of that mountain. Even with good tread this is a very slippery surface, and so unnecessary.

At Carson Saddle I ran into two guys lounging in chairs by their jeep, with a cooler nearby. I thought for sure they were there to do trail magic, but instead they had barely heard of the Colorado Trail, and seemed fascinated by my hike. Unfortunately it never dawned on either of them that a cold drink would really be the cats meow, and I was too polite to ask.

Finally the trail left that stupid slippery road, and started up a drainage towards a pass. I had about 5 miles to go, and was running out of daylight. At one point going up the pass, the trail is cut into the side of a very steep hill, with a good distance fall to the left. This is pretty common in steep areas, and some spots require caution while others have really good solid trail. This was good trail, so I was moving pretty good. All of sudden some movement caught my eye, which was a pika, a small mouse-like critter, crossing below the trail with some sort of a large flower in his mouth. I have never seen a pika carrying anything, so I stopped on the spot to watch him go. When I went to resume, my mouth went dry. Had I taken one more step, I would have stepped onto a spot where the trail was washed out, slanted steeply and consisting of that same hard pack dirt with powdery dirt on top. This little spot was only about 10 feet long, but it probably would have been enough to send me to a very nasty fall and slide. I get the impression that Someone is looking out for me down here.

It has been a day of unbelievable terrain and views, once again. The San Juan Mountains really do live up to expectations and reputation. When I got over the pass, there were simply more unbelievable mountains. Finally I arrived at an alpine lake that was my destination, and as I had guessed, the couple on the mountain bikes were there. Their names were David and Jen, and were kind enough to stay out in the freezing night to chat while I ate my late dinner. As always it is nice to camp with someone, on any trail. I have gotten to do so a handful of times now on this trail, despite the low numbers of hikers, so that is very nice.

It really is going to be cold tonight. I pulled my water filter inside and put my down jacket over me inside my sleeping bag. I'm kind of wondering if my water bottles will freeze.