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Tenmile Range Traverse • September 1, 2019 • Part 3
Our adventure began at F-Lot Saturday evening around 5p. The Peak 9 Road climbed gradually upward and out from the bottom of Beaver Run, and we didn’t miss any chance to cut a switchback (feelin’ fresh). As the sun began to set, we found ourselves in the saddle just below Peaks 9 and 10. Not much snow left in the Fourth of July Bowl, but enough for a small stream to gather a drink from.
Sunday morning we packed up and made way for Peak 10. After summiting with some mountain goats (I’d never seen one in Breck, guess I gotta get out more), we scrambled right back down to the saddle, and then up to 9. Peak 8 was great, and so was 7, 6, and 5 (even though we ran out of water on 6, and had to melt some snow for more). We even got to take a few steps on the Colorado Trail.
Fuck Peaks 4, 3, 2, and 1. I remember a distinct moment, halfway down Peak 4. The terrain was suddenly difficult. Our pace ground to a near halt. Immediately, we were no longer having “fun.” I wanted to go home. Maybe it was the overnight packs weighing us down, maybe it was the dehydration setting in, and definitely maybe it was the Class 4 downclimbs, with more vertical exposure than absolutely necessary on a late Sunday afternoon, and the temptation to turn around and bail out was palpable.
Yet we didn’t stray. Those last three peaks were BRUTAL, but somehow our seemingly eternal view of Peak 1 narrowed to it’s summit. Looking back over my shoulder, Peak 10 seemed impossibly distant, and the thought of a couple more miles and thousands of feet down that hill made me want to vomit.
It wasn’t all fun, and it all wasn’t easy, but it was all so worth it.
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