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Vedauwoo July 2006 - Megan's in Aspen. Kevin's in Dekker, MT. An approximate halfway point by driving time is Vedauwoo, WY, a ~6 hr drive for each of them. Luckily for Julie and me Vedauwoo is only 2.5 hours from Boulder, and Boulder's on the way for Megan. The route between Aspen and Dekker is pretty convoluted. There are lots of mountains in between.
Kevin's weekend is Friday and Saturday so we made it a 3-day weekend: Friday to Sunday. That ended up being a good idea since Friday's weather was certainly the best. It was a bit too wet to climb on Saturday and way too wet to do anything on Sunday.
We climbed on the Nautilus, the closest rock to the campground. The 4 of us climbed Cornelius and got our first taste of Vedauwoo wide cracks with Easy Jam just to the left. Then we wandered around the Nautilus and decided on Piton Perch, a 5.6 chimney to the top of the Nautilus. Megan and Julie opted out. Not being used to climbing chimneys or odd-widths I found it to be the most difficult 5.6 I've ever climbed. Kevin led the short last pitch which ended up being much easier than it looked from the belay. I wondered if that was 'cause I was following, but Kevin confirmed that the first pitch was more difficult.
The rap off the back (over-hanging) side of Parabolic Slab was intimidating to start. I was hollering it up on my way down.
Kevin and I set up off the next morning in light rain for what turned out to be a pretty long bike ride. We were lost part of the time (especially on the return), but we found our way to the nice singletrack to the NE of the Lincoln Monument (Abe; the highest point on I-80) where the ski area used to be. There's certainly enough biking in the area to come back for a weekend and explore. We ended up on the appropriately-named Cow Trail on the way back. At one point I was following Kevin and slowed down to avoid all the cow shit he was kicking up. It was flying everywhere. I tried to ride with my mouth closed and was leary of my water bottles after that section. Being ahead, Kevin didn't quite realize how bad it was and was astonished when we stopped at an unstable creek crossing, and he looked at his bike: "how'd I get cow shit all over my seat???"
Perhaps we should have attempted to get ourselves and our bikes across the creek on that wooden plank and a couple logs strapped together. We were quite close to camp. Instead we continued on our trail (and on the way herded ~50 cows through a squeeze in the trail between a rock cliff and big trees) and ended up going much farther east only to cut back west on a road. We never saw a better way to cross the creek. Kevin was pretty pooped by the end of the ride, but we managed to rouse him out of his tent and sleeping bag for some dinner in the rain.
The following morning the campground cleared out early. It was ~48°F and raining hard. Ah, July in Wyoming. We drove to Laramie, ate some breakfast, said goodbye to Kevin, and headed home. It had been a cool, rainy weekend in Boulder as well.
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Vedauwoo July 2006 - Megan's in Aspen. Kevin's in Dekker, MT. An approximate halfway point by driving time is Vedauwoo, WY, a ~6 hr drive for each of them. Luckily for Julie and me Vedauwoo is only 2.5 hours from Boulder, and Boulder's on the way for Megan. The route between Aspen and Dekker is pretty convoluted. There are lots of mountains in between.
Kevin's weekend is Friday and Saturday so we made it a 3-day weekend: Friday to Sunday. That ended up being a good idea since Friday's weather was certainly the best. It was a bit too wet to climb on Saturday and way too wet to do anything on Sunday.
We climbed on the Nautilus, the closest rock to the campground. The 4 of us climbed Cornelius and got our first taste of Vedauwoo wide cracks with Easy Jam just to the left. Then we wandered around the Nautilus and decided on Piton Perch, a 5.6 chimney to the top of the Nautilus. Megan and Julie opted out. Not being used to climbing chimneys or odd-widths I found it to be the most difficult 5.6 I've ever climbed. Kevin led the short last pitch which ended up being much easier than it looked from the belay. I wondered if that was 'cause I was following, but Kevin confirmed that the first pitch was more difficult.
The rap off the back (over-hanging) side of Parabolic Slab was intimidating to start. I was hollering it up on my way down.
Kevin and I set up off the next morning in light rain for what turned out to be a pretty long bike ride. We were lost part of the time (especially on the return), but we found our way to the nice singletrack to the NE of the Lincoln Monument (Abe; the highest point on I-80) where the ski area used to be. There's certainly enough biking in the area to come back for a weekend and explore. We ended up on the appropriately-named Cow Trail on the way back. At one point I was following Kevin and slowed down to avoid all the cow shit he was kicking up. It was flying everywhere. I tried to ride with my mouth closed and was leary of my water bottles after that section. Being ahead, Kevin didn't quite realize how bad it was and was astonished when we stopped at an unstable creek crossing, and he looked at his bike: "how'd I get cow shit all over my seat???"
Perhaps we should have attempted to get ourselves and our bikes across the creek on that wooden plank and a couple logs strapped together. We were quite close to camp. Instead we continued on our trail (and on the way herded ~50 cows through a squeeze in the trail between a rock cliff and big trees) and ended up going much farther east only to cut back west on a road. We never saw a better way to cross the creek. Kevin was pretty pooped by the end of the ride, but we managed to rouse him out of his tent and sleeping bag for some dinner in the rain.
The following morning the campground cleared out early. It was ~48°F and raining hard. Ah, July in Wyoming. We drove to Laramie, ate some breakfast, said goodbye to Kevin, and headed home. It had been a cool, rainy weekend in Boulder as well.
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Vedauwoo July 2006 - Megan's in Aspen. Kevin's in Dekker, MT. An approximate halfway point by driving time is Vedauwoo, WY, a ~6 hr drive for each of them. Luckily for Julie and me Vedauwoo is only 2.5 hours from Boulder, and Boulder's on the way for Megan. The route between Aspen and Dekker is pretty convoluted. There are lots of mountains in between.
Kevin's weekend is Friday and Saturday so we made it a 3-day weekend: Friday to Sunday. That ended up being a good idea since Friday's weather was certainly the best. It was a bit too wet to climb on Saturday and way too wet to do anything on Sunday.
We climbed on the Nautilus, the closest rock to the campground. The 4 of us climbed Cornelius and got our first taste of Vedauwoo wide cracks with Easy Jam just to the left. Then we wandered around the Nautilus and decided on Piton Perch, a 5.6 chimney to the top of the Nautilus. Megan and Julie opted out. Not being used to climbing chimneys or odd-widths I found it to be the most difficult 5.6 I've ever climbed. Kevin led the short last pitch which ended up being much easier than it looked from the belay. I wondered if that was 'cause I was following, but Kevin confirmed that the first pitch was more difficult.
The rap off the back (over-hanging) side of Parabolic Slab was intimidating to start. I was hollering it up on my way down.
Kevin and I set up off the next morning in light rain for what turned out to be a pretty long bike ride. We were lost part of the time (especially on the return), but we found our way to the nice singletrack to the NE of the Lincoln Monument (Abe; the highest point on I-80) where the ski area used to be. There's certainly enough biking in the area to come back for a weekend and explore. We ended up on the appropriately-named Cow Trail on the way back. At one point I was following Kevin and slowed down to avoid all the cow shit he was kicking up. It was flying everywhere. I tried to ride with my mouth closed and was leary of my water bottles after that section. Being ahead, Kevin didn't quite realize how bad it was and was astonished when we stopped at an unstable creek crossing, and he looked at his bike: "how'd I get cow shit all over my seat???"
Perhaps we should have attempted to get ourselves and our bikes across the creek on that wooden plank and a couple logs strapped together. We were quite close to camp. Instead we continued on our trail (and on the way herded ~50 cows through a squeeze in the trail between a rock cliff and big trees) and ended up going much farther east only to cut back west on a road. We never saw a better way to cross the creek. Kevin was pretty pooped by the end of the ride, but we managed to rouse him out of his tent and sleeping bag for some dinner in the rain.
The following morning the campground cleared out early. It was ~48°F and raining hard. Ah, July in Wyoming. We drove to Laramie, ate some breakfast, said goodbye to Kevin, and headed home. It had been a cool, rainy weekend in Boulder as well.
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Vedauwoo July 2006 - Megan's in Aspen. Kevin's in Dekker, MT. An approximate halfway point by driving time is Vedauwoo, WY, a ~6 hr drive for each of them. Luckily for Julie and me Vedauwoo is only 2.5 hours from Boulder, and Boulder's on the way for Megan. The route between Aspen and Dekker is pretty convoluted. There are lots of mountains in between.
Kevin's weekend is Friday and Saturday so we made it a 3-day weekend: Friday to Sunday. That ended up being a good idea since Friday's weather was certainly the best. It was a bit too wet to climb on Saturday and way too wet to do anything on Sunday.
We climbed on the Nautilus, the closest rock to the campground. The 4 of us climbed Cornelius and got our first taste of Vedauwoo wide cracks with Easy Jam just to the left. Then we wandered around the Nautilus and decided on Piton Perch, a 5.6 chimney to the top of the Nautilus. Megan and Julie opted out. Not being used to climbing chimneys or odd-widths I found it to be the most difficult 5.6 I've ever climbed. Kevin led the short last pitch which ended up being much easier than it looked from the belay. I wondered if that was 'cause I was following, but Kevin confirmed that the first pitch was more difficult.
The rap off the back (over-hanging) side of Parabolic Slab was intimidating to start. I was hollering it up on my way down.
Kevin and I set up off the next morning in light rain for what turned out to be a pretty long bike ride. We were lost part of the time (especially on the return), but we found our way to the nice singletrack to the NE of the Lincoln Monument (Abe; the highest point on I-80) where the ski area used to be. There's certainly enough biking in the area to come back for a weekend and explore. We ended up on the appropriately-named Cow Trail on the way back. At one point I was following Kevin and slowed down to avoid all the cow shit he was kicking up. It was flying everywhere. I tried to ride with my mouth closed and was leary of my water bottles after that section. Being ahead, Kevin didn't quite realize how bad it was and was astonished when we stopped at an unstable creek crossing, and he looked at his bike: "how'd I get cow shit all over my seat???"
Perhaps we should have attempted to get ourselves and our bikes across the creek on that wooden plank and a couple logs strapped together. We were quite close to camp. Instead we continued on our trail (and on the way herded ~50 cows through a squeeze in the trail between a rock cliff and big trees) and ended up going much farther east only to cut back west on a road. We never saw a better way to cross the creek. Kevin was pretty pooped by the end of the ride, but we managed to rouse him out of his tent and sleeping bag for some dinner in the rain.
The following morning the campground cleared out early. It was ~48°F and raining hard. Ah, July in Wyoming. We drove to Laramie, ate some breakfast, said goodbye to Kevin, and headed home. It had been a cool, rainy weekend in Boulder as well.
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Vedauwoo July 2006 - Megan's in Aspen. Kevin's in Dekker, MT. An approximate halfway point by driving time is Vedauwoo, WY, a ~6 hr drive for each of them. Luckily for Julie and me Vedauwoo is only 2.5 hours from Boulder, and Boulder's on the way for Megan. The route between Aspen and Dekker is pretty convoluted. There are lots of mountains in between.
Kevin's weekend is Friday and Saturday so we made it a 3-day weekend: Friday to Sunday. That ended up being a good idea since Friday's weather was certainly the best. It was a bit too wet to climb on Saturday and way too wet to do anything on Sunday.
We climbed on the Nautilus, the closest rock to the campground. The 4 of us climbed Cornelius and got our first taste of Vedauwoo wide cracks with Easy Jam just to the left. Then we wandered around the Nautilus and decided on Piton Perch, a 5.6 chimney to the top of the Nautilus. Megan and Julie opted out. Not being used to climbing chimneys or odd-widths I found it to be the most difficult 5.6 I've ever climbed. Kevin led the short last pitch which ended up being much easier than it looked from the belay. I wondered if that was 'cause I was following, but Kevin confirmed that the first pitch was more difficult.
The rap off the back (over-hanging) side of Parabolic Slab was intimidating to start. I was hollering it up on my way down.
Kevin and I set up off the next morning in light rain for what turned out to be a pretty long bike ride. We were lost part of the time (especially on the return), but we found our way to the nice singletrack to the NE of the Lincoln Monument (Abe; the highest point on I-80) where the ski area used to be. There's certainly enough biking in the area to come back for a weekend and explore. We ended up on the appropriately-named Cow Trail on the way back. At one point I was following Kevin and slowed down to avoid all the cow shit he was kicking up. It was flying everywhere. I tried to ride with my mouth closed and was leary of my water bottles after that section. Being ahead, Kevin didn't quite realize how bad it was and was astonished when we stopped at an unstable creek crossing, and he looked at his bike: "how'd I get cow shit all over my seat???"
Perhaps we should have attempted to get ourselves and our bikes across the creek on that wooden plank and a couple logs strapped together. We were quite close to camp. Instead we continued on our trail (and on the way herded ~50 cows through a squeeze in the trail between a rock cliff and big trees) and ended up going much farther east only to cut back west on a road. We never saw a better way to cross the creek. Kevin was pretty pooped by the end of the ride, but we managed to rouse him out of his tent and sleeping bag for some dinner in the rain.
The following morning the campground cleared out early. It was ~48°F and raining hard. Ah, July in Wyoming. We drove to Laramie, ate some breakfast, said goodbye to Kevin, and headed home. It had been a cool, rainy weekend in Boulder as well.
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