Pikes Peak is one of Colorado's Fourteeners, mountains over 14,000 feet (there are 53 of them).
We were camped about 5 miles away and as it was a lovely sunny day we thought it would be rude not to go up.
I checked that Scooby was ready for the climb, oil water, gas (petrol to those of us who speak English) and proper shoes (well the correct pressure in his tyres). We popped his rucksack on (our packed lunch in the boot [trunk to those of you who speak American]). All ok so off we went.
As mentioned before we have been living/travelling at heights above that of Mt. Snowden for the last two months and as our campsite here at Colorado Springs is already about twice that height we only had a climb of 8,000ft. or so to go, about another mile and a half up. The road to the summit is actually 19 miles long. We were soon up to a great viewpoint looking down on the road up, little did we know of the views to come.
It seems that the drive starts on a neighbouring mountain, goes across a ridge, round some lakes, through some trees over another ridge then ends up as a gravel track with snow one side and nothing the other.
The pictures tell this story far better than I can so please view the complete album. Suffice it to say that my looking back through these pictures helped me understand my gentle and coaxing of Scoobies steering wheel round some of the sharpest and steepest bends yet to have been encountered.
Yes it was cold at the top, some 30 degrees or so less than at our base camp, it was windy too. The views were incredible not least the ones looking down on our route up that we had to encounter again on the way down (did I check Scoobies other shoes - brake that is).
We did have proof of the lower pressure at the summit - our bag of chips/crisps (language again) looked like they were about to explode!
Well that's our mountain climbing for a while, think Scoobie enjoyed it too and we hope you have.
I'm just about to write this blog nearly a week after the event so I had a look through the pictures to remind myself. Have you ever done that, looked at a past event and thought "did I do that?" Driving up the mountain, Pikes Peak, didn't exactly get me out of breath but it did take my breath away. I suppose you could say driving up a mountain is cheating (and with apologies to Bab's it probably is) but when the only training that you undertake is to look at the road map the night before, then driving it is!