We went to Mt. Evans today with Kirklin Kinney, our old friend and former bouncer at TJ's on Guam. Taking visitors up this mountain has been like a ritual to us. We've taken Carla and the kiddos here and had an awesome snowball battle. Mom and pop (God rest his soul) were also taken up and froze tremendously.
The pass to the top usually closes on Labor Day and we missed it by one weekend because Gene was DJ'ing in Colorado Springs. We still managed to make our way there and at least get to Summit Lake at 12,830 feet. It was very cold at 30 degrees at the top and we drove through some thick fog. Peter kept reminding us that it looked like the scene of a scary horror flick. By the time we got to the top it was snowing...yes, snowing. Kirklin is like an eskimo from Alaska and loved every bit of it, but the Jone family was freezing our butts off! We didn't pack any winter gear and just had hoodies and sweaters...brrrrrr.
On the way back home we stopped by Buffalo Bill's grave to hopefully take some scenic pictures, but the fog was too thick to see much. We did get to see the grave and Kirklin treated us to some of the best homemade fudge we ever had. If you're ever in the area, you must try some of this!
The trip ended with dinner at Woody's pizza as we filled our bellies and shared stories...
Saturday, September 12, 2009
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