September 26th.
I had to wait for the post office to open before I could start hiking. I made a Wolf Creek Pass sign and went out to the road. Let it Be had told me where to hitch.
After about 45 minutes, two ladies a little older than me pulled over in a Subaru. They were part of a prayer group that had an appointment a few hours away. The driver said I looked peaceful and was comfortable picking me up. Alleluia.
They were affiliated with the Catholic church. Interestingly, more of their efforts are devoted to in-life crises. I expected it to be more end-of-life. They were good folks. The driver exuded a great sense of serenity. I am not good with words, but she seemed very much at peace. I donated $20 to whatever cause they wanted and got out at Wolf Creek Pass.
I had the now-typical experience near a highway trail head: I passed a ton of day hikers who were going a mile or two and then absolutely nobody. The weather was beautiful and the views fantastic. The snow had all melted.
I went past Wolf Creek Ski resort. There were some nice views down in to the ski basin as well as the other way. Saw a baby horned lizard and colorful grasshopper as well.
I was amazed at how fragrant the forest smelled. Like a spruce tree air freshener. I couldn’t tell if it was me getting away from the slight sulphur smell of Pagosa or just the forest’s reaction to the snow.
I ended up camping on the ridge near Summit Pass. It was a great night and I was able to have a small fire and warm dinner.
backpacking over the hill 