Into Frisco

We were visited by a hungry pine marten as we were eating breakfast this morning. He was very persistent, and didn't run off until I threatened him with an ice axe. Doubtless he would have enjoyed our granola more than we did. This isn't our guy, but this is what he looked like.

We rediscovered the joy of cold, wet clothes - our shoes had frozen over the night, and our shoelaces were stiff with frost. It becomes a lengthy process to tie frozen solid shoelaces with cold hands that don't work right!

As we get closer to the I-70 corridor, there's a lot of beetle kill in the area. The increased sunlight, combined with all the moisture we've been getting, seems to mean a lot of mushrooms. Kim found a bunch of golden mushrooms that were quite cold to the touch, much colder than the ambient temperature - and she also found an actual morel mushroom - I think that's quite rare in Colorado!

The morning cleared up after a while, and was quite nice. We could see Keystone and Breckenridge ski resorts come into view, and we arrived at the town of Frisco around 4pm (the Colorado Trail goes right through several subdivisions on its way into town, which is very strange)

We met Kevin, who is thru-biking the Colorado Trail (what he can of it - bikes have to detour around all the wilderness areas). He managed to get through the snow on Georgia Pass too, amazingly. He said it took him 13 hours of hurling his bike from one snow drift to another to get through. He sounded exhausted...

Brent