We would be reaching elevations over 11,000 feet again, and we would be on some northern exposures again. In fact, both of these circumstances would be confronted after breaking camp in the morning. There was a steady gain from our start at mile 20 to about mile 22. This would lead us to a great view of Keystone Ski Resort. Fortunately the snow was not nearly the factor it was the previous day.
Our pace was workman like. We made quick work of mile 23 and began the switchbacks down the otherside of the mountain. Gazes were set westward to the Ten Mile Range, all the while trying to figure out where Segment 7 of the trail might possibly be permitted to cross this stout edifice. Not that this was going to be an immediate challenge, it was just an interesting point to ponder on our descent.
Plan A, on this day, was to look for water at about mile 26. If water was there, it sure looked alot like dirt. Plan B was to look for water at about mile 27. Water was flowing there, but the drainage was about 100 feet off the trail, down a steep bank. We were making great time, so we decided to look for the "full-cup" just beyond mile 28. There was plenty of water there, and a great place for lunch.
With just over 4 miles left, a gentlemen's wager was made as to whether we would reach the trailhead in closer to 2 hours or closer to 3 hours. I thought it would be closer to 2. A gentlmen never boasts, so that does not preclude me from making it known how right I was! 2-2-2!
The last few clicks of trail had many switchbacks down to civilization. Leaving civilization gave me this incredible opportunity to spend time with my Dad. Going back to civilization meant our "quality time" would again be more quantified. I will always remember the Colorado Trail for its magnificent beauty and the adventures had along the way. But I will always treasure that on the Colorado Trail, every step was taken with my Dad.

