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Today's miles: 16.6                                Cumulative miles: 400.2
Approx. elevation gain: 2,840 feet           Bonus Miles: 0
"If I run into any major obstacles in this section today, I'm not going
to do anything stupid or heroic to finish it. If you don't meet me on the trail
by 2 PM, assume I turned around and pick me up back at the start."
- Sue to Jim, about ten minutes before starting this segment


Always gotta have a Plan B, you know.

OK. So this wasn't one of my best ideas, trying to run a couple of CT segments this early in the year. The plan worked on Segment 3 because of its lower elevation, but it was too soon to be doing Segment 4. My bad. Read on to see if I finished anyway. <grin>

I mentioned yesterday that I had some concerns about Segment 4 and yes, I did lose sleep over them. I was worried about possible deep snow, especially in shaded areas. Could I get through it? Would I lose the minimally-marked trail? It's been a very wet spring, so flooded creeks were a concern. So was deep water through the sub-alpine bog area mentioned in the CT guidebook as causing continual grief to trail maintainers. What about a nasty afternoon storm through the high Lost Creek Valley? Maybe there would be impassable logjams, downed trees, or rockslides . . . oh, my, can I come up with worst-case scenarios when I'm trying to go to sleep!

Not all of my fears were realized, fortunately. In fact, the first nine miles -- the ones I was most worried about because they are at the highest elevations -- were a total delight. I didn't run into "major obstacles" until the tenth mile, and by then I was so far in that I was determined to keep going. I spent over an hour wondering if I'd made the right decision.

So much for Plan B.


Hiked, run, or ridden southbound (actually westbound in this area), Segment 4 has a net elevation gain of about 2,840 feet and loss of about 1,300 feet. We had two goals today: for me to run the whole segment from end to end, and for Jim to do twelve to fourteen miles in the same out-and-back fashion as yesterday. That meant he'd drop me off at one end, drive around to the other, and run in from there to meet me.

According to the profile in the guidebook, there is a fairly gentle seven-mile climb going southbound from 8,280 feet up to 10,650 feet, the second-highest point in the segment. The next seven miles are all above 10,400 feet through the Lost Creek Valley (photo below). On the profile, this section looks sort of like a large "bowl," topping out at nearly 11,000 feet at mile 14.4. The last two miles drop 815 feet to the Long Gulch trail head. 

On paper, it appeared that the best way for Jim to get in a good climb up and down would be if he started on the northern/eastern end at Wellington Lake Rd., climbed up in the southbound/westbound direction to meet me on the trail, and turned around to go back down to the truck.

It was fine with me to go the "wrong" way on this section because it meant I'd be running the highest section first and be less likely to get into the usual afternoon thunderstorms on the most exposed part of the course. It also meant I'd be running a net downhill of 2,840 feet, helping to equalize our times better (Jim's faster, especially uphill). Finally, since it was in the high section that I was most likely  to encounter any problems, if I had to bail out and turn around it wouldn't take me as long as retrace my steps.

Because the guidebook directions are written only southbound, I hand-wrote them in my little notebook to carry with me. Jim programmed the GPS with the waypoints and I carried that gizmo for the first time since last August. That would prove to be the best decision I made today.


When I walked the dogs early this morning I noticed lots of frost in the meadow between our campground and Kenosha Pass. At nearly 10,000 feet, the air was decidedly cooler than it was at the fire station. I took this photo of snow-capped mountains toward the east, the direction I'd soon be running and hiking. Yikes! It was beautiful, but intimidating. It's not like we thought to bring our snowshoes with us!

We drove about fifteen miles to the Long Gulch trail head. Cody and I got an earlier start this morning (7:45 AM). My pack was full of extra water, food, clothing, and gear in case my paranoia turned into reality. I felt an odd mixture of trepidation and excitement, hoping for a good adventure but not TOO much adventure. Know what I mean? I kissed Jim goodbye, crossed my first overflowing creek right at the trail head (photo below), and headed up the nice switchbacks to almost 11,000 feet at mile 2.2 (going "backwards," remember).

It took Jim over an hour to drive all the way around to the other trail head on Wellington Lake Rd. He started his run the "correct" direction about 9:15 AM, hoping to rendezvous with me on the trail about six or seven miles in.

I loved my first section of trail up, up, up through a mature forest of spruce and fir. The trail was pretty smooth and there were a few vistas toward the snow-topped Continental Divide to the west (below)  Despite my fatigue from running as much as I did yesterday, I was able to climb better than in the last four miles of Segment 3. I think it was the adrenaline. It sure wasn't from a good night's rest.

I was sort of excited when I first saw some snowdrifts across the trail around 10,500 feet. Cody was a riot, jumping into the middle of each drift, burying his nose and scooting through the loose snow, then rolling around in it like a cat in catnip. Too funny! He always does this if the snow is soft enough.


We ran into maybe ten low drifts on the way up to the high point. I was able to skirt around most of them. Boy, was I relieved! My fear of bad snow conditions was apparently completely unfounded, since the rest of the segment was at lower elevations. Seven miles later I'd realize how wrong I was.


When I think of a valley, I picture something much lower than the surrounding mountains. Yet the Lost Creek Valley averages 10,500 feet in sub-alpine territory, with the mountains on either side rising only about 500 feet above the valley floor.

Running through this part of the segment reminded me of the Cochetopa Valley in Segment 20. Most of the trail was through open meadows a little below the trees, with the creek meandering in typical serpentine fashion on my right.

On the other side was more marshy meadow and pine trees to the top of the mountain. Although there was no snow on "my" side, I could see many snowdrifts on the far side of the creek. That fact didn't concern me, however. After all, I'd been higher up already and had no problem with snow.

I was delighted to see a small herd of elk when I first entered the valley. Even though Cody and I were far away, they were alert to our presence and began running:

For someone acclimated to the altitude, this seven-mile section through the "bowl" is fairly runnable. The trail undulates gradually with no steep or long hills. I could run OK downhill, but this high up I was soon gasping for air if I ran the flats and uphills. My pace today was significantly slower than yesterday's because of the terrain and altitude.

Much of the trail through the Lost Creek Valley was smooth and dry, but it was frequently punctuated with wet, muddy, and/or rocky sections where little creeks came down from higher ground. I'd guess it's drier in August than in early June. There were also some narrow trenches that were hard to navigate (third photo).



Cody loved splashing around in all the water. We both got thoroughly wet and muddy feet and legs. I think I had almost as much fun through there as he did!

There were no leaves on the shrubs or trees at this elevation, but I did see a few low, sub-alpine flowers like white and Alpine Phlox, pink Moss Campion, and Marsh Marigolds.

I saw lots of evidence of wildlife and more domesticated animals (droppings from moose, elk, bears, horses, and cows) but saw no other critters than the first small herd of elk. Since it was a weekday, I didn't see any equestrians or cyclists. This would be a rough trail to ride a bike, and they aren't allowed in the six wilderness miles I was approaching. There is a long road detour for cyclists doing this section.

I saw only one hiker in this part of Segment 4. When I asked him about trail conditions ahead, he told me only that it was "wet." Apparently he'd gotten on the CT at one of the intersecting trails, or else he wanted me to be surprised in a few miles.

About 8.6 miles into the run the trail started following an old logging road and entered the Lost Creek Wilderness Area. I had already begun a gradual two-mile ascent to the second-highest point in the section at 10,650 feet. I was well ahead of my 2 PM "deadline" to meet Jim near that summit and told Cody we should be seeing him pretty soon. I was also pleased that so far I'd run into no insurmountable problems with excess snow, water, or deadfall. Why had I been so worried?

Hmm . . . what's this? More and more snowdrifts started appearing around 10,400 feet on the shady logging road:

As the snow got progressively deeper and more difficult to bypass, the CT hung a right onto a narrow trail through the mature pine forest at 9.4 miles going my direction. I almost missed the turn because the intersection was marked with only one small plastic CT sign cut into a tree. It would be one of only two or three markers I'd see in the next 1.8 miles until I dropped back down to a logging road again (not sure if it was the same abandoned road). I noted the time at 11:30 AM when I got on the trail.

As the trail narrowed, it became increasingly difficult to follow with the ground mostly covered in snow. I relied on three things to get me through this section: Cody's nose, other hikers' footprints, and my GPS.

I had continual doubts that I was on the right trail. Sometimes the footprints went in different directions when people apparently went the wrong way and came back to the real trail. At one point, I completely lost the footprints for about a minute, and then realized there was a switchback. The trail was  narrow enough that I usually couldn't just look ahead and tell exactly where it went. It was such a relief when I would see a CT marker and know I was still on course. I also frequently checked the GPS, which I had zoomed in real detailed, to make sure I was going the right way. Oddly, I felt more relieved to see markers than I was to be on the right GPS track -- I guess they were more tangible.

Cody was more adept at going around the deepest snowdrifts; it was difficult for me to get past some the low branches and fallen trees so I ended up going through the snow more than around it. I tried everything from using the existing holes other hikers made to taking my own route. Neither was very satisfactory. The snow was so soft that I often post-holed up to the top of my thighs and had to roll out of the drift because it was impossible to lift my other leg high enough to get into the next hole!

I dropped and rolled more frequently than I accidentally fell. In one accidental fall my left calf seized up and it was very hard to get myself out of the hole I was in. Twice my right foot got stuck and I had to dig it out with my hands and the one trekking pole I carried.

It was an excruciatingly slow slog through the snow! The photos above are near the beginning of the snowdrifts. As they became deeper and I realized I was up against that 2 PM "deadline" with Jim, I was totally focused on getting through the mess as quickly as possible and not getting hurt or lost and I didn't take photos of the worst parts of the snowfield.


Never once did I consider going back. I had come too far and I knew I'd soon be dropping down to lower elevations out of the snow. At times I just had to laugh at myself. I'm sure I was a sight, flailing about in the waist-deep snow! Too bad no one else was around to take my picture. I was also aware of the total silence and serene beauty of the snow, despite the problems it was causing me. I had plenty of fluids, calories, and energy and I was moving steadily enough to keep warm in shorts and a lightweight, long sleeved technical shirt. My legs and arms got all scratched up from the sometimes-crusty snow and rough tree branches, however.

It took me about 75 minutes to travel the 1.8 miles that traversed the NW side of that mountain until I dropped back down to a logging road below the snow level at 9,900 feet.

And then a miracle happened. There were three CT markers on the trail I'd just left for people going the opposite way, but none on the logging road going my direction. I stopped a minute to check my notes and GPS, then turned right and began walking down the rough, narrow "road."  Jim saw me, yelled, and walked toward Cody and me. We were both very relieved to see each other!

I wasn't as worried about Jim as he was about me. I was just trying to get down that mountain as fast as I could so he'd know not to return to the first trail head to pick me up. I figured he got up to the snowfield and decided to wait for me farther down the mountain. He hates snow and couldn't wait to move from Montana when he retired after having to deal with it for eighteen years. I have more fun in it than he does because it's more of a novelty to me.


Turns out Jim missed the turn to the trail I'd just come down, at the intersection where we "connected," and he'd slogged through increasingly deep snow as he ascended the logging road off-course for about a mile. I believe I was traversing the correct trail above him on the same side of the mountain while he was lower down. I imagine he got close to where I found the trail near the top of the mountain, the place where he finally turned around. He said he often called out for Cody, but was too far away for Cody to hear him.

On his way up the mountain, Jim met two female hikers coming down who warned him about the snow and advised him to just follow the footprints. Well, a bunch of those footprints also missed the left turn and went on up the mountain on the logging road instead! The only reason Jim turned around was because the footprints suddenly stopped when the folks ahead of him apparently realized they weren't on the correct trail.

Now consider all the possible scenarios that could have occurred if Jim had not returned to that intersection at the same moment I did. We're talking "nightmare" here. He wouldn't have known I'd already gone down the mountain -- even if he saw dog prints in the snow farther up the right trail. It could be someone else's dog. He might have kept going up through that mess, never seeing me. I could have gotten down to the truck and waited for hours, wondering what happened to him. Etcetera. The possibilities are endless and grim.

Is it any wonder that Jim said, "Never again!" ???

It was a long 5.4 miles down that rocky logging road to the end. We were drained physically and emotionally. Jim said it was one of his worst days ever on any trail because of all the worry about how I was faring all morning at the higher elevations. And he didn't even get in a quality run because of the rough uphill trail. I felt very guilty that I'd put him through that stress and I was tired from fighting my way through over a mile of deep snow. Neither of us felt like running the remaining miles and we didn't enjoy the pretty forest, bright blue sky, and boisterous streams as we gradually descended to the trail head on Wellington Lake Road.

We came out of the Lost Creek Wilderness Area about two miles from the trail head. We got off the logging road and onto a beautiful trail full of bright green aspens with one mile to go. The sky had darkened by then (about 2 PM) so we hurried faster to beat the rain. The last three-tenths of a mile was on a smooth dirt road:

It was good to be done. It took me a long 6 hours to go only 16.6 miles. Without the snow, I would have finished about an hour faster.

We headed back to the camper at Kenosha Pass, ate a late lunch, got cleaned up, and decided to start our trip to Dayton, WY today so we could still reach the campground there tomorrow. We were fortunate to hit light rush hour traffic around Denver at 5:30-6 PM. We stayed at a Wal-Mart in Cheyenne overnight. My whole body felt like I'd been hit by a truck, but I slept deeply.

I'll do some Monday-morning quarter-backing in my next entry about what we did right and wrong today, and how to balance my quest for adventure with Jim's concerns about my safety.

Sorely yours,

"Runtrails & Company" - Sue Norwood, Jim O'Neil, Cody, and Tater

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