September 27th
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Once again, the mountains got big. I know this sounds redundant. But now the peaks were getting up to 13 and 14 thousand feet. Fortunately, I was feeling a little better about altitude and the hiking was more enjoyment and less exertion.
I went around Montezuma and Summit Peaks. There was just enough snow on Summit Peak to make it look like a pastry on which somebody had sprinkled powdered sugar.
I ended up sleeping in a canyon near a small stream, the North Fork Conejos River. Coyotes serenaded me against the soft sounds of the creek. The wind would gently gust over my face as I cowboy camped under a moonless sky.
backpacking over the hill 