CDT Day 68 CT Day 9

25 miles hiked. Camping at mile 5.3 of Collegiate West CT Alternate/ CDT @ 10896ft
I wake in our tiny campsite and head out first across the rocky sandy top of this climb amd down the other side. I pass a few campers but no one that seems to have a ‘proper’  campsite – we all clearly wanted to get to the top but had no flat places to camp! A giant camping area is 1.6 miles from where we stopped. Bugger.
An hour in I fetch water, filter it, eat some granola and soak my beans so they are ready for lunch. I’m there for about 25 minutes before Grizzly shows up and it turns out I was zooming! I managed over 3.5 miles in that first hour. For me that is epic.
I’m feeling good today, hopefully altitude will be my friend now! 😀
We have one decent climb today followed by a few bumps over 17 miles to twin lakes. We’re making good time, but kill all that progess by taking celebratory stops.
At lunchtime I invent a magic new meal – avocado with refried beans and hot sauce on rice cakes. Yuuuummm! I’m really hungry today and was yesterday too. I hope my giant pizza eating didn’t stretch my stomach.
It’s a toasty day and once we start the steep descent to twin lakes it gets hotter and hotter the lower in altitude we hike. By the time we stumble into the general store around 230pm we are parched and I make quick work of a coconut water.
I buy the worst resupply ever. We even asked on the CT page if there was any decent resupply at twin lakes and apparently we were told lies! All lies! There are 4 shelves total of food. My food for the next section is cliff bars for brekkie, peanut butter for lunch, ramen for dinner and fritos for snacks. Blergh. This right after one of my most bougie resupplies from Frisco. Oh well can’t win them all.
We eat food at the restaurant next door, where I drown myself in lemonade. Lemon power to get me up Hope Pass. We have a 3200ft elevation gain over 3.8 miles. We hike out and bush whack our way across the swampy area in front of the trail. Not the official way, but we aren’t in the mood for superfluous beside-hwy-walking.
We’re back on the trail and it is steeeeeeeep. We climb up up up beside a rushing stream covered with downed logs and filled with rocks and boulders covered in moss. My audiobook barely drowns out my heavy breathing as I climb and start to get a little concerned about where we will camp. There is nothing flat and I wasn’t planning on hiking over the pass tonight.
We pass by Willis Gulch and I send happy healthy healing thoughts to my poor puppy Willis who isn’t doing too well back home. I woke up this morning to some texts from home and the poor little man has been on my mind all day. I’ve often been thinking as I’m hiking this trail about camping adventures I’ll be going on with my dogs when I get home as reward for putting up with me leaving them. Breaks my heart to think of them being unhappy! Hopefully it’s a good sign I’m hiking past something that shares his name!
Hurrah the trail flattens out just for an instant and we find a great flat spot for the tent. We run around trying to outwit the mosquitoes as we set up, then dive into the tent as fast as possible so none follow. A few spoonfuls of peanut butter then a well earned sleepy time. I’ll be dreaming of doggie cuddles tonight.

CDT Day 67 CT Day 8

16.1 miles hiked
Camping at 159.3 @ 11096ft
We potter around the hostel doing all our chores, arranging and rearranging our things until at last our packs are clipped shut and we head out.
We grab coffee and hot cider, then walk a couple of miles to the safeway to get some more food to get us to twin lakes. I’m over the moon to discover they have instant refried beans! These are usually found in bulk food co-ops, and I found some in Walmart in Grants but haven’t had them since. It doesn’t sound very exciting, but somehow the salty goodness is perfection out here. I grab an avocado to join in with the refried beans on my rice crackers and am very excited for lunch time. Om nom nom.
We squeeze into the back of a truck with a girl in her way to work and arrive at the trailhead at the same time as Marty who we’ve been seeing for the past few days on trail. We pass on a message to a lady (Sparky) we see at the trailhead – we passed her in camp yesterday afternoon and saw that her sister left a message for her on the facebook group to give her a hug if we see her. Message delivered!
Up up up we climb through pines trees and past streams with the sun beating down.
We enter the Holy Cross wilderness and it is stunning! Beautiful lush meadows, bursts of colourful wildflowers, streams running through and of course snow capped mountains on every side.
We eat lunch staring out into the meadow and slapping at our legs, arms,  faces as the mosquitos have come out and are eating their lunch too – us!
One last climb before dinner and it’s a steep one! I listen to my audiobook to distract me from my gasping breathing and enjoy the climb. The trees thin out as I near the top, giving way to giant boulders and pale sandy ground. I can see patches of blue sky now and finally arrive at a dirt road, then the top.
There’s a view back to the turquoise lake below, a tiny town can be see in the distance. I run around to scare off the mozzies and dive into the tent in the tiny spot we have procured between 2 boulders. Freestanding tents with small footprints have their advantages!
Giant powerlines are buzzing in the distance, mozzies are buzzing next to the tent, and just as I’m drifting off Grizzly starts buzz sawing next to me. *SNORE!!!* Earplugs in, it’s sleepy time now.

CDT Day 66 CT Day 7

Sleeping in Leadville Hostel @ 10500ft
22.5 miles hiked
Woah! Where did the cold come from??? I wake and it’s freezing so I hike out wearing my puffy and hike around a ridiculous loop to get me to the Copper Mountain Resort. Probably 2 miles on the road and 4 on the trail.
I duck in to use the facilities, and to find some pokemon. What on earth happened the past few days? Get on trail and the world was fine, get back into town and we have beem invaded by pokemon and people staring obsessively at their phones!
 It’s a steep climb out of copper mountain then it becomes more gradual but climbs for 10 miles and over 3 passes. It’s not fast hiking, but it is beautiful. We bump into Bob and Dave, two volunteers who maintain a 5.5 mile section of the CT. They come up periodically to widen, flatten, clear and clean up their section, and they’ve just finished and are hiking out. We thank them and I take their photo. When we get to their section it’s easy to see how hard they have worked. Amazing volunteers on the CT! This trail is so well looked after.
We climb up above tree line and into magically beautiful world. Streams, wildflowers, marmots, patches of snow dotting the mountain. We climb up past a mountain hut which would be an epic place to stay – apparently they book up 6 months- 1 year in advance.
The wind picks up, the jackets go back on as we head over Searle Pass at 12044ft then 3 miles around the mountain to Elk Ridge at 12280ft, finally heading down to a Pass called Kokomo. That’s where you want to go to get away from it all…
It’s all downhill for the rest of the day. Down past meadows and more steams. We hike past camp hale which was the training ground for the 10th Mountain Division – a mountain and Arctic warfare division established during WWII. The bunkers there are a little creepy with lots of graffiti, and there are signs warning us not to touch landmines or unexploded bombs if we see them. Eeeps.
Through the trees we hike, climbing now up next to the highway for several miles. We meet a few other hikers along the way, then finally descend to the hwy where we hitch into Leadville for the night.
It’s pretty late by the time we get to the hostel, but we manage to scoff down a pizza (cheeseless of course!) each from mountain high pizza. So excited to find a pizza place that has more veges than just tomato and olives!
The Leadville Hostel is where we are laying our heads. I scrub off a surprising amount of dirt in the shower – it’s been a dusty trail the past few miles. Off to sleep late in a tiny, but perfectly blacked out room with my earplugs in – nothing will wake me tonight!

CDT Day 65 CT Day 6

12.8 miles hiked, highest poin t12500ft, camping at mile 116.9 @ 9767ft
Oh glorious wonderful sleep. How I have missed you! Thank you thank you bed from heaven!
I wake up before 6, but lie in bed as long as possible. Despite the early wakeup it was an awesome soft sleep. I reluctantly get up and get coffee from Starbucks, then microwave the tofu scramble burrito I bought yesterday for brekkie.
All my things are once again stuffed in my bag and we climb aboard the bus to take us back to the trailhead.
Today we are climbing for 8 miles up 3000ft in elevation. The first 4ish goes nice and fast with a stop at water to drink a bunch as it’s a hot day. Then the altitude starts getting spicey. I feel like there are thousands of tiny people with ropes tied to every muscle fibre in my legs that are pulling me backwards and down into the ground. I think for every extra foot of altitude, there has been a dose of extra gravity. Legs. Won’t. Move. Forward.
At a little stream I stop to drink a litre of the cool yummy water. My bottle this morning was filed with town water and the chlorine in it was overpowering. Mountain water plus my sawyer squeeze beats any other water ever. I march on, listening to the last of my audiobook, going so so slowly.
Another stream break with Grizzly, then up up up. We are both draaaaagging today. We come across a big rock pile with marmots and pikas galore! I love fluffy bummed marmots! I love the pika call! Then we spy some mountain goats in the far distance on patches of snow. Mountain goats!
We switchback up over a bunch of false summits, looking down at Breckenridge below. Up across a snow chute, then finally at the top of the pass.
WHOOSH! We are nearly knocked off the mountain by the wind on the other side. Amazing views, much wind. Across a ridgeline then down down down a skinny trail clinging to the side of the mountain. Finally below trees we have some relief, and I finally am able to eat something- my breath was too shallow on the way up and the wind was too strong coming down to eat.
Through the pine trees, across little streams. Podcasts entertain me as I head down to the river and across a bridge to our campsite, a mere 12.8 miles from when we started. That’s what happens when you leave town late!
It’s a bizarre little spot next to a winter carpark for the copper mountain resort, looking up at the gondolas on the mountain with a river rushing by on the other side.
Hmmm….finding a private spot for a ‘bathroom’ in the morning wiĺl be interesting!

CDT Day 64 CT Day 5

12 miles hiked, CT mile 104.1, staying in Frisco
Town day town day today is town day! My mind is excited but my body is sleepy from, wait for it, a crappy sleep. Maybe it’s altitude messing me about, but I haven’t slept well on the trail at all. Maybe a pillow tonight will make it better.
We pack up and head up our 2.5 mile climb, the only real climb of the day. I divide my day and mileage by climbs, bumps and water sources. Today is a climb, a bump, water, then one last bump before descending downhill to the highway to Breckenridge/ Frisco.
The climb is beautifully switchbacked so we aren’t doing anything too steep. We pass Marty on the climb up. “I didn’t think I’d see you guys again” he says in his thick Georgia drawl.  We met him…day 2? by a stream. He was having a tough time with the altitude and wasn’t able to eat anything.  His appetite has returned and now he’ll be smashing miles – he was using the AT as his training ground.
Lots of riders zoom by, we pass a few day hikers and other CT hikers, everyone looking forward to town. The trail is rocky with thin pine forest either side. We round a bend and we can see the gondolas and runs of the ski resorts nearby. Finally the towns of Breckenridge and Frisco glint at us from the valley and we switchback down down down to food, showers, laundry and rest.
I’m clean, laundered and have just eaten some lunch when BOOM! Something grips my abdomen like I’ve never felt before. Simultaneously punching and squashing and burning. Ow ow ow ow ow. I have no idea what it is and emd up lying on the floor trying to contort my body into a position that doesn’t feel like I’m going to die. What on earth??? After about 45minutes it subsides. I have no idea what brought it on but I hope it doesn’t come back!
In a sleepy daze I wander about natural grocers and buy my resupply food – probably the best vegan food selection I’ve ever seen. I buy a giant salad from whole foods and some fruit- I’m attacking whatever is in me with an A bombs worth of fibre.
Back in the hotel I lie on the most magnificent bed I can remember lying on. Fluffy awesome pillowy heaven. I watch 2.5 movies, have a long bath, look at all of the internet, then sleeeeep. Nero-ing like a boss.

CDT Day 63 CT Day 4

Hiked 20 miles, Camping at Mile 91.8 @ 10059ft
It’s morning already. We successfully pretend we don’t hear the alarm for half an hour. “I could sleep for another 2 hours” I groan. “Me too” says Grizzly. But we can’t. This morning we have to hitch in to Jefferson to collect our little baby box of supplemental food to get us to Breckenridge, and my new frogg toggs.
We pack up in record time and are in Jefferson by 730, just after the store opened. The frogg toggs are made from some strange fabric that is not normal rain gear material, and feels like it could rip in an instant. That’s what you get for 10.4 oz (pants and jacket together!).
We stuff around charging things and trying to get service on the wifi to book a room in Breckenridge. It’s the weekend and everything is booked or impossibly expensive. Gah I hate the Aussie dollar.
Room booked we hitch with a criminologist who visits Australia about 6 times every year advising on policy and as part of university faculty. We fill our water bladders at the campsite, empty our other bladders in the pit toilet and finally at 9am we are off.
The trail is busy today with hikers and bikers. We pass one guy packing up who zooms up the trail and hikes with us for a while. His name is Hashtag and he’s planning to hike a mini calendar triple crown. A calendar triple crown is hiking the Appalachian Trail, the Pacific Crest Trail and the Continental Divide Trail all in one year. There are 2 uber hikers currently chasing it this year. The mini triple is the Long Trail, the Colorado Trail and the John Muir Trail. I’ve not thought of doing this before, and it sounds freaking amazing. I don’t know if it actually has an official name, but I dub it the mini triple crown because each of these trails spends a chunk of their miles on the big 3.
We’ve a couple of bumps to hike up and over this morning and we make good time, despite having to step to the side of the trail every few minutes for mountain bike riders. “Bike!” we yell. “Thanks” they breathlessly gasp as the pedal uphill past us. “Have a good ride!”
A lovely flat spot by Jefferson Creek is early lunch. We fill up on water as there isn’t any marked on the next climb – 7.3 miles up 1876ft to 11873ft.
As we climb and climb the clouds gather above. The incline is gradual and it would be amazing if all passes were like this but we are hot and sweaty nonetheless. The cloud cover is awesome…just need to cross fingers that they don’t explode above us and we don’t turn into lightning rods at the top of the pass.
Up up up up. Through the trees on the beautiful flat wide path that is meticulously maintained. We break through above treeline, pass some snow patches, with a towering circle of rock on our left that once upon a time would have been a cirque glacier. “I’m sorry glacier” I say as I pass as it’s probably our stupid human overconsumption and planet warming that killed it.
“Rumble rumble!” Say the clouds as we hike “RUMBLE RUMBLE!” Eeps I’m trying to hike fast through the un-aired air. Finally we are at the top and have out run the storm which is now unfurling on the valley below. A beautiful field of wildflowers stretches out around us.
Over the pass and starting down the otherside we see something strange. “Is that a car?” There is a road right at the top. “Bugger we could have driven? We didn’t have to walk?”.
Then something else. “Is that a cooler??”
“Trail magic!” a man yells from a clearing next to the trail. “Help yourselves”. We each grab a beer and sit down to chat. There are 4 people dishing out trail magic at the top. 2 hiked the CT last year so they are paying forward tbe generosity they received. So many awesome points for the location of this trail magic! We cuddle their dogs and chat about their plans to hike the overland track in Tassie next year. We have miles to cover so we hike on. We are actually back on the CDT now! The CDT and CT have joined forces right at this pass. As we start hiking it becomes apparent that I have very low tolerance for beer at altitude. It was a light beer. Holy poo I’m very tipsy.
I stumble down the trail and figure seeing as I can’t really feel my feet, or pain, I may as well go faaast. I zoom for a time, sobering up as we go down the long descent. At the bottom we rest and I lie in the dirt with my feet raised on a log.
A few more miles to go and I put on my audio book. Grizzly pokes me with his hiking pole to get my attention. There is a strange set of buildings and objects below the trail. Sled dogs we realise. Poor dogs are crying out, clearly bored or unhappy. One poor dog is chained to a pole and is circling circling circling. “I’m sorry dogs!” I yell. It’s sad and I put my headphones back in so I don’t hear them crying as I hike.
Another pretty river crossing and we are in a village! A tent village! It’s the weekend, we are near a road and everyone has come to the wilderness. Its a really cool campground that is more forest than road, with babbling streams running through.
We decide to camp just beyond this little makeshift town and find a spot a little ways up the hill. We were planning on a few more miles but both of us are feeling a little weird today. Altitude? I go to blow up my sleeping pad and have to sit down from a weird kind of dizzyness. Altitude is the culprit I decide. I put on Owly (my amazing Owl beanie that is perfectly cozy and comforting), drink a litre of water and feel much better.
Tonight is chana masala night! This is very exciting. Nothing in my food bag is appealing today and chana masala will hit all the spots perfectly.
The last of the light fades over the snow topped mountains beyond our little private meadow. We lie in the tent with full bellies hiding from the bitey flying things listening to the stream babble babble babble nearby telling the world all the stories it heard and saw today.
Goodnight stream! Goodnight meadow! Goodnight Owly!

CDT Day 62 CT Day 3

22.3 miles hiked, highest point 10919ft, mile 71.7 camping at 10033ft
I sleep terribly, waking at 1am and unable to get back to sleep for hours. I’m too hot, then too cold, then I have no idea what the problem is but sleep doesn’t come.
We wake late, but the rest of the campers are all still in camp. Ah, I think, JMT style hiking. I spend too much time looking for a missing sock, that I decide a squirrel must have run off with. It ends up being tucked into the back of my leg sleeve.
8am on the trail and through a large long meadow surrounded by pine trees, reminiscent of the walk out of Kennedy Meadows. It’s sunny and cool and we manage to crank out 3.5 miles in the first hour. Then it all goes sloooowly. We don’t have to hike fast or hard today- we have a box to be picked up in the tiny town of Jefferson which is just 23 miles from camp. We can either hike fast and try and hitch in tonight to get it, or hike as slow as we please to the road, and hitch in early in the morning. We decide to just hike and see what happens.
There isn’t too much climbing today – a long easy climb over many miles, then undulating for the rest of the day. It gets hot all of a sudden, and we are climbing in a place with no air. Not enough air in the air at 11000ft.
We stop at a stream for early lunch, fill up water and drink a lot. We need to make sure we are drinking lots with the altitude, the heat and the climbing. The app isn’t too accurate with the water sources, so we find ourselves panicking about not enough water when there is plenty. Drink a litre, take a litre at every stop.
Another little break by water in the afternoon. I dip my buff, hat and bandana in the cool stream and enjoy the ice cold shock as it hits my skin. My audiobook does a great job at distractinge from the heat and I zone out listening to it as we go up and down, up and down.
One more little climb through the narrow forrested trail and we open to a magificent view of a meadow with snow peaked mountains looming. Mountains! Views! We will be off our tame few days of trail soon and into the tough climbs and altitude of the Rocky Mountains.
It turns out we actually have made good time and will only just miss the store. Bugger!  We race down to the trailhead just in case, but admit defeat at 550pm when we come across…trail magic!!!
Corbin and Harold have been here all day cooking hot dogs for hikers. We eat some bags of chips and add some arnold palmer powder to some water bottles and chat to the other 4 hikers hanging around.
Camping is stealth camping near the campground-we don’t want to pay the fee but need to stay near the road to hitch in the morning.
We set up the tent, boil some water and use the silver dinner packet from a couple of nights ago to heat and cook our ramen, veggie and miso soup creation. “Should we rinse it?” I ask, peering into the bag and seeing remnants from dinners past. “Nah” decides Grizzly. Salty salty goodness.
We dive into the tent, careful not to let in any mosquito hitch hikers.
It’s early so we take our notes then while away time watching videos on tiny screens. Hopefully a good sleep tonight!

CDT Day 61 CT Day 2

Hiked 24.1 miles, Mile 49.4, Camping at 10197ft
I have a broken sleep and wake waaaay too early. I manage to doze til 6am, then get up, squeeze my life back into my pack and powered by a couple of bites of a cliff bar, I’m hiking. We have just 1.6 miles to the fire station where we fill up our water bags amd bottles from the tap on the side of the building, then hike a super speedy 1.4 miles to the trailhead where a luxurious pit toilet awaits.
The trail winds through some very cool boulders, then on through the pine trees and trickling springs. This is the most beautifully maintained trail I have ever seen. Even a fallen pine cone in the middle of the trail looks messy and out of place. Did someone sweep the trail this morning???
Lots of mountain bike riders pass us by, and we pass a few more hikers on the trail. It’s all downhill this morning. We stop for water and 2nd breakfast at a large creek, and are joined by Pacemaker who is friends with Art Gypsy that we met briefly just before Lincoln in Montana. The hiking world is small!
Now we climb. 9.2 miles of up. There are a few places where the trail levels out a bit, but mostly up. We stop at a large stream for water and a rest, and chat to 5 other hikers resting here.  I put my aching feet in the water and can only count to 10 before the water gets stabby cold and I have to take them out. I manage this only 4 times before I dry them off and retreat to the shade, lie on my back and elevate my feet on my pack.
More up, I distract myself with podcasts, music and finally an audiobook I purchased for the long drive from Helena to Denver. Pretty ghost white aspens with bright green leaves that shimmer like sequins crowd the edges of the trail. Large white boulders are dotted about and it feels like the start of the sierra near chicken spring lake. It’s getting altitude-y here too, the climb tops out at 10680ft.
I’ve  0.6 to the top and it’s steep all the way, including one section that is drawn as vertical on my elevation map. Huh?? What does that mean? Will I be rock climbing?
I contemplate this as I stuff a couple more sour patch kids into my mouth – power pellets to get me to the top.
Finally the climb is over and Grizzly with his long speedy legs is waiting patiently at the top. A mere 2 miles to camp and all flat or downhill.
A beautiful lush meadow spread out before me, a mountain in the distance, a creek meandering through the middle. An epic campsite is on the far side of the creek, with a bit of a tent city set up.
“Are you a super hiker too? Like him?” There are a bunch of people crowded around a small fire. Our daily mileage is impressive here. “He goes faster, but I get more points because I have to take more steps.” There’s a father and son who are doing a few sections of the CT each summer, alternating between mountain bike and hiking, until they finish. The son is about 10. There’s a mum and daughter from Denmark who read online that the CT is the most beautiful trail on earth, so they are hiking it. A couple from Denver section hiking for a few days. They finish tomorrow.
Dinner is a delicious mix of ramen, veggies and vegemite. We have too much food and will be picking up even more tomorrow.
Teeth brushed, it’s sleepytime now.

CDT Day 60 CT Day 1 – Hike Time!

25.3 miles hiked
Wake up wake up! It’s Colorado Trail Day!
We’re up and out by 7am, getting a ride to Waterton Canyon, and on the trail just before 8am.
It’s strange having a trail head so close to the city, so close to houses. The trail is a dirt road for the first 6.6 miles, following the Platte river with lots of pavilions and pit toilets dotted along the roadside.
The signs veer us off the road and onto a trail heading up the hill  – the first proper trail of the colorado trail! We wind up the mountain through trees, bees and wildflowers, crossing lots of mini ribbons of creeks. We pass a lot of hikers too – they remind me of the hikers on the JMT. The PCT and JMT share a trail through the Sierra; the JMT hikers always have giant giant packs, brand new gear, and too much food with which they love to weigh down the hungry hungry PCT hikers. Win win 😉
For the first time this year I’m feeling fast! We pass little groups and pairs of hikers. I want to give them pack shakedowns as a lot are not looking happy with their heavy heavy packs. My ego is definitely happy with the CT decision. It’s ridiculous and means absolutely nothing, but I allow my head to swell nonetheless.
Overhead clouds are rumbling and grumbling. This is not good news- I ditched my heavy goretex rain gear (that I was carrying through Glacier) in Denver and my new gear won’t get to me until we get to Jefferson in 3 days time. They start to spit a little and I run faster and faster down the switchbacks to the river. There is a toilet there which means at least a little awning to hide under. It starts raining harder and I run down down until I’m there. Under the awning is the most revolting collection of rubbish I’ve ever seen at a trailhead. There are 3 overflowing garbage bags, another inside the room, as well as things no one ever needs to see smeared on the floor and seat. It’s bucketing down and the awning has just enough room for us to hide for 10 minutes while this cloud explodes.
The rain has done it’s afternoon thing, we gingerly step back onto the trail, cross the river and collect some water – our last for 13 miles.
Climbing up the mountain, the trail spits us out into a burn area. Very exposed. Very hot. Gah I knew I should have taken more water. I start getting worn out from the sun, but keep plodding on and miraculously keep passing people. We pass 17 hikers in total (although one sneaky bugger trotted past as we were making dinner).
Our arbitrarily chosen campsite mile is crappy for camping, so we keep going a little ways and find a spot that will do. We’ve turned into bougie campers and have added a stove to our arsenal, so it’s hot Kathmandu curry for dinner tonight! Nom nom.
After dinner we lie in the tent with the rain fly off, listening to Lord Huron, Mumford, Lumineers, and somehow Warren G, watching the clouds turn into animals and fairies and blobs of nothing as we melt into our sleeping pads.
Just as the last pink and orange light is fading away from the clouds, the yip yip of coyotes starts up not too far away. Oooh I’ve missed them yipping me to sleep! It sounds like a full family outing- so many different voices joining in the chorus.
Goodnight coyotes! Goodnight world!

CDT Days 55 to 59 – The Plan

Grizzly and I will be heading off in the morning to start the Colorado Trail / Continental Divide Trail just outside of Denver, heading south. The CT and CDT intersect roughly from just near Breckinridge until around Silverton in the south of Colorado. The CT then finishes in Durango while the CDT continues SE via Wolf Creek Pass and into New Mexico near Chama (and on to the border).

Right now we are hoping to complete the whole CT, then get a ride to Cuba in New Mexico where I finished when NoBo on the CDT, completing the remaining parts of the CDT in Colorado (getting hitches and rides from amazing people where necessary to connect the trail), then NoBo to Wyoming!

Confused? Yeah, me too.

Here are 2 maps showing the CDT and the CT. Hopefully this helps give you a better picture 😀

Full CDT trail in Colorado highlighted on left, CT map on right

For more information on the Colorado Trail, check out this webpage.

Colorado Trail
Colorado Trail

I’ve updated some of my gear for the Colorado Trail, which you can take a look here on the lighterpack page. 

Any questions or comments I’d love to hear from you! If you are in Colorado during the next month please be sure to drop me a line!

One more night in a soft bed, then hikety hike hike hike in the morning 🙂