Friday night was pretty great. Bob had brought a backstrap into camp and cooked it on the fire for us. There is absolutely nothing better than bloody, fresh meat after a week of rice and pasta. I'm ashamed to say that Darren and I might have taken more than our fair share. There were a couple pieces left over so maybe Tim and Bob were not quite as hungry as we were yet
A shot of bourbon and a good cigar finished off the day, and really the hunt.
Saturday, 9/10/11:
I'm pretty sure Darren and I were not ready to leave but we were ready for a shower, a hot meal and a bed. So we ate the remaining pieces of meat, packed up, took a few pics with Bob and Tim and headed down to the trailhead and then on to Ft. Collins. The other Darren and John who were paired up for the trip showed up for camp as we were finishing up our prep for leaving. It was a brief meeting that made me wish we were staying a few more days.
Alas, time to leave. Darren goes faster than me downhill since I have one bad knee that resists speed. So he forced the march down. On the way we bumped into the remaining group, Barry and Rob, heading to camp. It was a very brief conversation as they were 4+ miles into the uphill with camp on their backs.
There was a brutal uphill a couple miles from the trailhead that I took the charge on. I was sick of packing so I just powered through the pain and got over it. It felt good to have some thicker air down a little lower.
The drive out was incredible as we passed through a canyon that has to be the nicest single drive I have ever made. Darren and I jammed our way out, happy with our efforts and anticipating a shower, giant cheeseburger, fries and a beer, followed by some real soft pillows. I'll upload a video of the drive out maybe.
We found a cheap motel, got ur showers and heded out for a great buffalo burger and some microbrews at an over-the-top western style saloon
The drive home was predictably long and tedious but we made it and I am happy with the trip. There are always times during these trips where it is harder than I want where I generally proclaim that "I'll never do this again!". But, in the end, I have to. I love the Midwest and will never leave but something about the call of the Rockies brings me back. Despite the discomfort, the work, the expense and the time away from family.