Summit Day

The Gypsies celebrated the Anniversary of Miss Pink Pants' 21st birthday, our fourth year of wedded bliss, and another beautiful Colorado day by climbing from our camp at 8200 feet above sea level to the 9422 ft above sea level summit of an eleven-hundred foot dome, back behind the usually climber-draped roadside formations of Elevenmile.

Our goal, the summit; a mile away and 1100 feet higher.

Tasty slabs just waiting for the touch of Stealth rubber...

Yet another unnamed formation

Looking up canyon, towards Pine Cone Dome, the Icebox, Cove and Spillway.

Crack o' Noon Club: Miss Cindy begins the brush gully that starts our scramble.

Amazing slab playground

Amazing wife and climbing partner

Some old coot with MPP

Springer Gulch: Another Gypsy Ramble

D'ya THINK?

Cindy lusting after a chunk of quartz.... Some women long for diamonds; mine loves scree and featured stone

Bouldering with a view

Springer Gulch and Backstreet Wall on the right, with more rock to explore at top center and to the left.

We could hear the frogs, singing on the river bank, from here...

Columbine hide amid the scattered patches of moss and snow on the forest floor.

Funny Idea of Spring, Colorado!

Ready for the storm!

The morning after...

The Backstreet Wall, with highlights

Colorado tanning salon

Springtime in the Rockies, Part III: Anything Worth Doing is Worth Doing Well.

"Chewie, I've got a bad feeling about this..."

A break in the action... and round two coming down the canyon.

Pasta, staple of the storm-bound camper

Curmudgeon, in his element

Frosted mulies!