This past weekend, I went to Creede...a small town in the San Juan mountains, in Colorado. Our goal was to make it to a place called the Wheeler Geologic Area.

Saturday morning, we drove off in a borrowed Jeep, making our way toward a 14-ish mile bumpy road. I was wearing pants at the time, because the last time we borrowed a Jeep from that lender, it had a bikini top and no doors, and it was very windy. This time, it had a soft top and doors, so a couple miles down the trail and I kilted up. The seat was a lot more comfortable, on that drive...it's bumpy enough you think you'll piss blood later.

A couple hours of banging around on the rocks, and we were ready to get hiking!

Heading up the trail...


Getting somewhere interesting, now. My dog looks like he's thinking, "what's taking you?"


Before the interesting part, a side trip to the shelter, and a couple photos during a break in the hail...it was coming down pretty good for a bit, which is why I have the jacket and no sporran.


Contrary to what you may have heard, there IS a spoon, and it is right here in my hand (really blurry). Someone must have done something here "using mainly spoons."


Back to the interesting part...


There's a trail that leads in to the formations. It's still hailing, by the way...also spitting a bit of snow now and then. This was an interesting route. It's probably not often used, but there's still a distinct path, and one spot where there's actually a step cut in the rock. Sort of reminded me of some of the back passageways in Fiery Furnace, in Utah.


Exploring one of the side trails...some snow drifts still there.


Back on the trail, crossing one of the features. This is indeed "the trail"...it took a bit of looking around, but it's a human trail, not a game trail...tho it may have started as the latter.


Heading back from that side of the area, playing "The 79th Farewell to Gibraltar". It was a little awkward playing with the pack on, since the shoulder strap is heavily padded, but leaning a little funny kept the drones in place. Kilt police may notice that my kilt is riding a bit high . I'm still amazed by the difference an inch makes...and for those of you who think like me, "that's what she said".