One Last Ouray Hike

 

It was a small group of three plus one dog this morning who ventured out under overcast skies onto the Portland Mine trail. Jim’s dog bitten knee was looking and feeling much better, and Boonie and Coffee Girl and I were anxious to take another hike.  Mark and Bobbie had to work, Debbie stayed home to cook (a poor excuse to miss a hike!), and Eric and Maureen said they were leaving Ouray today, although they passed us in their SUV without the camper, so they may have just said that to get out of another grueling hike.

This turned out to be a good one, though, not too steep but a substantial enough climb on a forest service road to get the heart rate up, then a nice gentle descent on a switchback trail.

Remnants of Portland Mine.

This is rugged country.

Boonie and Jim giving Coffee Girl a little attention. Jim has no hard feelings about dogs in spite of the incident a few days ago. You can see the old railroad ties still in the foreground.

It was another great hike in Lovely Ouray, as Mark calls it.

And as much as we hate to go, we are departing tomorrow. The owners of the property we’re staying on are out of town, but we don’t want the neighbors to think we’ve become squatters!