On the last climb to the top of the summit at the Alpine Visitors Center in Rocky Mountain National Park, I heard a a "go Cyclones" from at least a dozen hikers on their way down. Must have been my shirt, exposed because of my unzipped outer shell. Elevating the last 300' over a 1/3 mile to get to 12k feet is hard. Seeing so many fellow Cyclones helped so much.
After time on the summit, time to chill at the center led to more Cyclone encounters. I did see a few unfortunates with faded black and yellow bird poop emblems climbing out of rusty pick-ups and looking for a smoker zone. One had her Lil Rascal and O2 canister. I was surprised the vehicle made it to the center. Hope the brakes held out on the way down.
After time on the summit, time to chill at the center led to more Cyclone encounters. I did see a few unfortunates with faded black and yellow bird poop emblems climbing out of rusty pick-ups and looking for a smoker zone. One had her Lil Rascal and O2 canister. I was surprised the vehicle made it to the center. Hope the brakes held out on the way down.
