Then I backpacked up the old four-wheel drive road, which is now closed to vehicles, to the South Colony Lakes area. I set up my camp in a site along the trail and near the creek.
My two old friends and I got together and planned another trip. We were lucky enough to make it happen. We also brought along a fourth--another old friend of ours.
The itinerary was set for the Sangre de Cristo Range. We'd backpack in and basecamp near South Colony Lakes. We'd dayhike to hit some 14ers from there.
Humboldt and the Crestones were on the list. Maybe Kit Carson? And then maybe Lindsey?
We spied the cropduster somewhere in eastern Colorado on the way there.
We drove up the rough high-clearance road to the South Colony Lakes trailhead. It was a decent challenge in some spots for the old 2WD F-150.
Our camp near the end of the road. It was our luxury setup with the big tent and cots inside. We would be spending the next several nights after this in our small backpacking tents.
This trip was somewhat of a repeat for me. But I hadn't been there in a long time. And my friends had never been to the Sangres, except for one night at Great Sand Dunes.
We packed up our luxury camp and backpacked in.
Getting closer to finding a campsite.
There wasn't an immediate spot that caught our eye. We were looking for a space big enough for two tents, plus a place to hang a fly. We did some scouting and found a site that a camper was just vacating. It would work for us.
We went and sat in an overlook after setting up camp. There were numerous campsites that surrounded the basin holding the lakes. Other campers had the same idea.
We set out for Humboldt the next morning. We only had two nights to acclimatize, so we knew we'd be feeling the altitude. But we only had one week total for the entire trip.
We started out just before dawn. We hiked past this camp.
Overlooking another dawn hiker by one of the upper lakes.
Approaching the saddle that connects Humboldt to the rest of the Sangres.
Getting up there on Humboldt, but looking back toward Crestone Needle (on the left) and Crestone Peak (on the right).
We were gaining elevation in the Red Couloir. I had been there years earlier and turned around because it was out of my comfort zone. This time turned out to be the same.
I took a look around, and watched my friends continue up and away.
I made my way down while they headed up and summitted.
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