GS Troop 2393 Onesie Incline Hike


RT Length – 4.5 miles

Elevation Gain: 1962’

The girls planned this event 8 months ago. The goal:  to hike to the top of the Manitou Incline wearing onesies.  Me, being their leader and knowing they weren’t referring to outfits they wore as infants, had to look up what onesies were (pajama-like costumes that are all one piece).  This sounded fun to me so we worked on setting up a date.  We settled on the first week in December because we thought the weather would be cooler, there’d be less people climbing, and because band and cheerleading would be over so more girls could attend.  They all met at my house and we carpooled to the free shuttle lot.  Side note:  they all drive now, which is weird since I’ve known them all since they were 5.

I’ve never used the shuttle before but it sounded like fun to go with a group and it would save us $20 in parking fees so I was all onboard with this idea. Once the shuttle arrived we had to wait a while for it to take us to the incline (it only goes every 20 minutes) so we talked about our strategy and goals for the climb.


I’d shown them a video last week about hiking the incline and they were all excited to try it themselves.

When we finally arrived we walked up to the start of the incline (one of the harder parts of the hike, actually) and the girls put on their microspikes. I wasn’t 100% sure they were needed, but it’s better to be safe than sorry and the troop owned enough pairs so everyone wore them. I took a selfie with the girls and we were off!


We started out at a moderate pace


But after the first 200 steps or so they all needed a break and two of them were having a hard time breathing. Not gonna lie, I got a little worried at this point.  When I hike the Incline I don’t take breaks.  Well, today we took a lot of breaks.  And I mean a lot.  Every 100 steps or so we stopped.


Soon the girls had tied the arms of the onesies around their waist (who’s idea was it to wear felt on this thing?) and we stopped at the Christmas Tree (the halfway point) for an extended rest.


We were glad we’d chosen to hike in December: Yes, the weather was cooler (this would not have been fun in onesies in the sun) and there were less people than normal.


More hiking….


And more resting…


But to be fair, their rests were short and they all kept going. One of my girls had her Tourettes start acting up and she had a hard time seeing due to the ticks but she never complained.  They were all tired but no one wanted to quit.  I’m proud of them for that!  The microspikes ended up coming in handy after the bailout spot, when the trail got icy for a bit.


The girls stayed pretty much together, only being separated by a few feet or so for most of the hike, with Kimberly powering on ahead as we neared the summit.  Finally, after an hour and a half of hiking, the girls made it to the summit!


Jules got out the Fun Dip and the girls rested for a bit while I got out the hot chocolate and apple cider. We ended up only having the apple cider though, as my fuel canister had run out and we didn’t have anything to heat the water (bummer!)



I took a selfie because hey, how many people hike the incline in costumes? Caroline did as well, I’m guessing for SnapChat


I tried to get them to continue on to Rocky Mountain but Emily had winterguard practice and everyone was hungry so it was time to gather our stuff and head back down. The Barr Trail down was much icier than the Incline route up and I was glad we had spikes.  The girls realized just how important they were when one of Emily’s broke and she took it off.  In less than a minute she slipped and fell on the ice, landing on her back.  Hard.  Ouch!  But bless her, she took some ibuprofen and kept hiking.  We made it back down to the shuttle at 1:45pm, making this a 4.5 mile hike with 1962’ of elevation gain in 3 hours.


We rode the bus back to our cars and drove to Fargo’s Pizza, where Breanna met up with us and we all chatted for a bit. It’s so cool watching these girls grow up!  We discussed boys, school dances, cookie sales, homework, teachers, and a little about our upcoming trip to California.

Reach for the Peak 2019 – Traffic Cones


This year Girl Scout Troop 2393 chose to be traffic cones (an inside joke) for their theme at Reach for the Peak.  They spent hundreds (if not thousands) of hours this year practicing for this competition, designing costumes, skits, and practicing their outdoor survival and cooking skills.  They went a little overboard for campsite set-up this year, being overly “cautious” and creating hazards out of caution tape (which they thought was hilarious).  I loved the “Marmot” and “Bighorn Sheep” crossing signs they made.  They were all exhausted after set-up, but still stayed up for a bit talking in their tent before falling asleep.  I was laying in my tent, proud to hear them decide they wanted to practice their knots again before bed.  Then Caroline led them all in a short yoga/shavasana session, and they fell asleep.

First thing in the morning the girls ate breakfast and made their lunches for the day.  In the past they’ve been docked points for not having a nutritious enough lunch, so this time they went overboard with the fruits and veggies!


Then it was off to flag where they had a few extra minutes and decided to dedicate them to practicing their knots (once again).


Their first competition of the day was Emergency Survival, which they rocked!  Oh, and Caroline was great at reminding everyone about sunscreen and water…  She even made up a song!


Fire building is Emily’s specialty.  At Reach for the Peak they have the girls use metal fire barrels, which are actually difficult to use because they’re concave and not flat like a normal fire pit.  This has been an issue for the girls for years, but this summer Emily was a camp counselor at this camp and figured out the trick to starting fires in these particular barrels.  She didn’t use a traditional A-frame of Log cabin, but was able to quickly and efficiently start the fire. And the girls popped the popcorn and put it out in the allotted time. Lauren was in charge of tool craft and sawed logs for the girls to use.  Great job ladies!


On to the lashing competition!  When the girls first came here 6 years ago they had the same task: to build a trebuchet and launch a cow over the moon.  They weren’t able to get much done that year, but this year they were able to successfully build the machine and launch a ‘cow’ over the moon.  They were so proud of themselves!  (also, these are all timed events)

The girls were really excited for Emergency First Aid this year, as they all have their CPR/First Aid certificates and Kimberly’s currently working as a lifeguard at the local YMCA.  Their victims were cut up pretty badly and one was having a heart attack.  Neither of them died!


Next up were knots.  These girls have been practicing knots since 2008, and know them all pretty well.  This competition was fun for the girls:  they even did a handful extra, hoping to earn extra points…

The last competition for the girls was the dinner competition.  They’ve practiced this meal on four different campouts this summer, and have got the recipe down.  Check out their menu…  It’s Road Kill Themed and included frying plantain chips and cooking an entire chicken in the Dutch Oven

RftP 2019 Menu – You Kill It, We Grill It

  • Kabobs (Grill) – Fender Tenders
  • Corn (Fire) – Chunks of Skunk
  • Shrimp (Cooler) – Deer Tail
  • Plantain Chips (Pan) – Road Flakes
  • Fruit Salad (cold) – Highway Hash
  • Chicken (Dutch Oven) – If you can guess what it is you eat for free!
  • Veggies (pot) – Slop (Guess that mess?)
  • Pudding & Gummie Worms (Hobo) – Dirt Cups
  • Sun Tea (Solar) – Bug Juice

After the competition dinner was cleaned up the real fun began!  The girls invited some other troops competing they’d met at previous competitions to have a campfire with them.  The girls all live in different parts of the state but in the past few years have really hit it off:  they’ve even joined us at Hamp Hut!  This year one of the troops asked if their younger sister troop could join in, so we had double the number of girls.  This is one of my favorite parts about Girl Scouting:  the girls are all in ‘competition’ with each other, yet really cheer each other on and genuinely like each other.  They share a bond.  We had a fire and the girls chatted about how they felt they did in the competition events and life in general until it started raining and everyone went back to their tents.  It rained all night long, but finally stopped around 6:30am, just in time to pack up all our gear and get ready for awards.

Oh, but first, it’s skits!  Check out the skit Troop 2393 came up with…


And now time for awards:  Before they were given out the girls posed by their traffic cone (another inside joke).

The girls earned the Eagle Award!  Great Job Ladies!


This event is made possible by a wonderful committee of volunteers who put a lot of time and effort into this event.  It’s by far my girls favorite Girl Scouting activity, and they talk about it with every troop they meet.  If you’d like to help volunteer with this event in any way (as a judge, with ideas, special skills, monetary donations, etc.) please let me know and I’ll put you in touch with the right person.  I love watching the girls grow every year in their outdoor survival skills!

“Chill” Hammock Camping


This year Girl Scout Troop 2393 decided to use some of the proceeds from their cookie sales to go Hammock Camping. Of course I was all about this, so we planned a couple of dates, one for June, another for July.  The theme?  “Chill”.

This past weekend was the first campout, and I just have to say, success! (kind of…)

After a long week of little sleep everyone met at my house at 6am on Saturday morning and we packed up the gear in my truck. It’s amazing how much gear is needed for a few days doing nothing!  After the 3 hour drive full of conversations centering around summer reading lists and upcoming concerts we arrived at the dispersed camping area and the girls spent some time picking out a site.  They didn’t like the first few spots, but settled on one that had creek access and trees they could set up their hammocks comfortably.

We unloaded the truck and split up into two teams: One to set up hammocks, another to collect firewood. I headed up firewood collection, which proved more difficult than anticipated.  We weren’t able to find much wood on the ground, but we were able to find some downed trees, and decided to just take those back and cut them up at camp.


The girls weren’t yet done setting up camp when we made it back with the firewood so I got some pictures of them in the process (the towels help protect both the trees and webbing).


After campsite set up the girls had fun playing in the hammocks. The girls who chose to set up their hammocks on top of each other (despite my telling them it would make getting in/out difficult) had a blast getting up into their hammocks, and then turning themselves over so they were face to face with the person below…

Getting into hammocks



The girls did a great job! The only thing wrong with this set-up?  The weather forecasted rain, and they didn’t have tarps set up yet.  That changed quickly when the weather picked up.  We got a light dusting of snow and the girls all ran to set up shelter


Believe it or not, the tarps were adequate. Ok, next we’re on to food.  The girls cooked their own food as well… some were in charge of fire


and others were in charge appetizers. The plaintain chips were amazing!


My favorite was the whole chicken they cooked in the Dutch Oven!


After dinner the girls sang songs by the campfire. Emily, just getting back from a week at Girl Scout Camp, was especially energetic.  Her call and response songs garnered less than enthusiastic comebacks, and she loved hamming it up even more!  As you can see from the photo below, the weather became colder than anticipated


Around 8pm the snow became heavier and even though it was still light out we decided to call it a night. It continued snowing all night long.  It wasn’t enough to accumulate, but it was wet and icy



This was the first time I’ve ever slept in a hammock, and I have to say, it’s not a bad way to camp! I didn’t sleep very well, but it wasn’t due to the hammock, it was due to the cold.  I was warm everywhere except for my feet, which felt like solid blocks of ice.  I woke up in the middle of the night to 3 rounds of gunshots, 20 at a time in rapid succession.  After that it was hard to fall back asleep.  It got down to 24 degrees. The morning was cold and the girls were slow to become cheerful.  They wanted to “chill” as much as possible, so we cooked our waffles over the campfire (ok, heated them up)


The snow wasn’t letting up and it didn’t look like it had any plans to stop, so we packed up our gear earlier than we’d anticipated and drove back home. Everything came back wet and muddy.  It’s currently sitting in my living room (on a dry tarp), ready for the next trip.  All in all the weekend was a success, and we expect the next one to have better weather, so it should be just as much fun!

Summiting Pikes Peak 9-10-2016

This time when we made it to the parking lot at the base of the trail it was halfway full.  Apparently there were a lot of hikers this weekend!

Even though I’d asked them to go before we left the house, one of the girls needed to use the restroom before we started.  I’m not a fan of trail restrooms, and encouraged her to wait a bit because it was probably dirty, but she insisted.  So while I paid for parking she used the restroom.  When she got back she said it was pretty clean, but there was a homeless person sleeping outside.  Facepalm. 

We started the trail at 3:06am.  There was no moon to guide us, so we got a great view of Manitou and Colorado Springs as we hiked. 

The girls made pretty good time. We made it to MM2 at 3:59am, which meant they were hiking a little over 2mph. 

Around MM4 it got really, really cold.  I’m not sure why (I’m guessing it’s due to a shift in topography) but MM4-6.5 of Barr Trail are always really, really cold.  It felt like the temperature dropped at least 20 degrees. I’m guessing it was in the high 20s.  It got so cold my hands started to swell and I lost feeling in my fingers.  Luckily there was no wind, but I honestly felt colder than I had a few weeks ago when it was snowing. I put on my gloves, but that didn’t really help.  I kept encouraging the sun to rise over and over again, knowing that’s what I needed to warm up.

We made it to Barr Camp at 6:05 (still hiking about 2mph), and about 15 minutes later the sun began to rise and we began to thaw out.  The colors on the mountain in the morning are absolutely amazing!  There is so much light it’s really hard to get a clear picture, but that didn’t stop me from trying:

I was really surprised at how much red was in the light this morning

Added to the red was the changing yellow of the aspens.

We made it to A-frame at 7:35am.  The A-frame was occupied by an older man and his adult children.  They’d hiked Pikes Peak 18 years ago and were back to hike it again.  It looked like they were set up to camp all weekend. 

We also learned there was a special hike today:  The Pikes Peak Challenge. 

The Pikes Peak Challenge is the Brain Injury
Alliance of Colorado’s flagship fundraising event. 
Participants have the opportunity to raise funds by climbing Pikes Peak.  We were told there were about 400 participants, but not to worry because we were hours ahead of them.  Also, this wasn’t a race, they’d just be hiking. 

After A-frame we saw challenge volunteers at each of the three remaining mile markers.  They were all really nice and supportive, even though we weren’t participating in the event. 

I tried to take a selfie with 3 marmots…

The girls were getting pretty tired when we had about 1.5 miles left to go.  They were doing great, but lacking a bit in motivation.  We made it to the cirque and some volunteers gave them dum-dum lollipops and they were excited once again!

We took a bit of a break at the 16 Golden Stairs.  Volunteers from El Paso County Search and Rescue were there, preparing to assess Challenge hikers.  We talked for a bit, and they encouraged me to sign up to join EPCSAR.  It’s honestly something I’ve been thinking about, but not something I’ll have time for until Emily graduates High School. 

On we trekked.  This is where my “motivating” the girls kicks in the hardest.  Lots of life lessons are learned at this point in the hike.  It’s a fine line between encouraging them and  making them hate me for making them continue.  They told me later I did a great job…lol!

We made it to the summit at 9:59am!  That’s just under 7 hours, and a great time for the girls! 

They were exhausted, and opted to sit for a while before taking pictures.  I asked them if they’d ever done anything harder in their lives, to which Julianna replied (and Lakin agreed):  “The only thing harder I can think of is cookie sales”.  Spoken like a true Girl Scout!  They would know, they take cookie sales seriously!  They’ve each sold thousands for years in a row, and know what hard work it can be. 

I was proud of them, and told them they could take an extended break.  A summit spider joined us for donuts…

It’s really hard to breathe at 14,000+ feet:  Your body is working overtime just to breathe, and time can get distorted.  When I told the girls we needed to get going because it’d already been 45 minutes they didn’t believe me.  They swore it had only been 5-10 minutes. I had to show them the time to convince them! 

We took a few summit pictures and began our descent. 

Here is where the hike got really fun!  The girls were super proud of their accomplishment, and wanted to encourage the Challenge hikers on their way up the mountain.  We high-fived ever hiker we saw on the way down, and the girls would shout out words of encouragement: “You got this!"  "Trust me, I’ve been in your shoes, just think positively!"  "With a positive attitude there’s nothing you can’t do!”

Those girls are amazing!  The other hikers thanked them for their enthusiasm, which was much needed at this point in their hike. 

When we made it back to the 16 Golden Stairs we were offered more candy. This time I took a Werther’s (an indulgence I haven’t had since I was 12).  Instant memories came flooding back.  It totally made my day!

About a mile above treeline we had a hiker point and tell us:  “See that man in the red jacket?  That’s Robert Downey Jr."  I was intrigued, but didn’t much believe him.  That didn’t stop me from catching up to the man in the red jacket to find out for myself.  Unfortunately, it didn’t look much like him:  His hair was the right color, but he was a bit overweight and sported full facial hair so I couldn’t much tell if it was him or not. 

We said "hello” as we passed him and kept hiking down, enthusiastically high-fiving everyone along the way. 

Back at A-frame the man and his kids were still there.  It didn’t look like they planned on hiking at all today.  Quite a shame for other hikers hoping to snag the A-frame for themselves tonight.  There were a lot of hikers around the A-frame, filtering water and milling about before tackling the hardest part of the hike. 

We only rested there for about 15 minutes, then once again started hiking down.  The girls were practically running at this point (it is MUCH easier to hike down than up).  We saw many more hikers there to complete the challenge, all hiking up the mountain.  We never saw anyone else hiking down. 

We stopped at Barr Camp for another 15 minutes to use the restroom and for a snack.  The girls were still all smiles!

For the rest of the hike down the girls kept up a fast pace.  They still high-fived everyone they passed, but we didn’t see many more challenge hikers.  In fact, the only ones we saw were those returning down the mountain because they weren’t able to summit.

When asked we told hikers we’d hiked all the way to the summit and were on our way down.  Everyone was impressed, and one (very fit) woman remarked:  “Wow!  You all made it?  Those girls are more hardcore than I’ll ever be!"  The girls took that as quite the compliment!

We made it back down to the parking lot at 3:40pm, and once again the restroom was needed.  This time however it was flooded. 

Troop 2393  Backpacking Pikes Peak

I don’t care how old you are, or how great of shape you’re in, Pikes Peak is a difficult hike.  Strenuous.  Probably the most difficult thing you will ever do in your entire life.  It’s 26 grueling miles, 13 of which are uphill, 6 of which are above the treeline, exposed to the elements.  It’s difficult in any condition, but Troop 2393 did it with 30lb packs!

A week before the trek I talked with the girls to let them know what they were getting into.  I told them it was difficult, explained what would happen at each point in the hike, and told them they would want to give up.  In fact, they’d beg me to give up.  They’d curse me as well for making them continue.  Did they want to summit?  If so, I’d do my best to make sure they all summited.  They did.

Since this was their first big hike we started out earlier than usual.  I woke them up at 2am, we had our traditional muffins for breakfast they’d cooked the night before, and we were on the trail at 3:17am.  The girls were really excited!  We wore our headlamps around our necks instead of on our heads, and moths were attracted to us like flames.  We were batting them away until the sun rose.  

I knew this hike was going to be difficult almost immediately.  About half a mile in the girls started complaining this was harder than they’d thought, and one of the girls was having difficulty breathing.  We took many more breaks than I would have liked and for much longer periods to compensate.  It took us 2 hours to go the first 2 miles (it usually takes about 45 minutes).  

After the 3 mile mark everyone was back to “normal” (breathing was fine, etc.) but we still took it very slow.    I was glad we’d started extra early!

We made it to Barr Camp and the girls collapsed by the stream.  They were already exhausted!  I tried to remind them this was difficult, but I’m pretty sure they weren’t listening…

It was 3 more miles to the A-frame, and we were in a bit of a hurry to make sure we were able to “claim” it.  Otherwise we’d be sleeping in caves tonight (one of which leaks due to snow).  I told myself I’d adjust the hike depending on the next 3 miles.  There was a big chance we wouldn’t be summiting at all.  Even with all the prep work it was much harder than they’d anticipated.  Around mile 7 I had a girl pretend to faint.  Yes, I’m sure she was pretending and looking for sympathy.  However, she’s relatively new to the troop and didn’t realize that was the wrong game to play with me.  I totally understood she felt she’d bitten off more than she could chew, but as far as I’m concerned you don’t joke around with safety.  I let her know how I felt.  She didn’t have any more issues after that.  

Every 30 seconds or so I’d look over my shoulder to see how the girls were doing, and around mile 8 I had a girl actually faint. Right in the middle of the trail! She had been in the back of the line and none of the other girls had heard.  Luckily we’d only gone about 30 feet or so.  I told the girls to sit down, and ran to the one who’d fainted.  Her skin was clammy and she was a bit cold.  After gently tapping and nudging her a few times she woke up very confused.  She didn’t remember falling.  She must have done so gracefully because she wasn’t hurt at all, just confused.  I’d been “pushing” water on the girls, so I knew she was hydrated, so that wasn’t the issue.  Her body was just really tired.  We took a long break until I was sure she was feeling better and we set off at a slower pace.  I like to lead (so I’m the one who runs into that snake or slips on something), but I figured at this point we’d all take turns leading and I’d be in the back so I could watch the girls better.

It was a tough next mile, but the girls made it!!! Look at their excitement upon making it to the A-frame!

Here we took a REALLY long break.  Over an hour.  The girls relaxed, wrote their names on the walls to record their achievement, and consumed a lot of calories.  Some girls refilled their water (filtered it), but everyone relaxed.  We went over the journey so far, and the girls admitted it was harder than they’d anticipated, but (after their break) they all said they wanted to try to summit.  

So we left all the gear we didn’t need in the A-frame, and set out with just the essentials to hike the remaining 3 miles to the peak.  

I knew this was going to be challenging for them, so I tried to think of a game to keep their minds off the difficulty. Most of the girls had never seen a marmot before, so I asked them to count how many they saw.  Some we may have counted twice and I’m sure there were some we missed, but we ended up counting between 40-50 marmots!  They make a really annoying chirping sound…

After the first half mile the complaints began again. I had one girl adamant she no longer wanted to do this.  She’d brought her cell phone, and wanted to call her mom to come get her (as if that were even a possibility at 12,500 feet 11 miles from the car).  I’m 95% sure she was texting her mom at this time, telling her what an awful person I was.  However, I’ve done this hike many times, and I know this behavior is “normal” at this point in the hike, so I encouraged her to continue.  I knew there’d be more nasty comments to come, and I knew while only one (or two) girls would actually say they were tired, wanted to stop, couldn’t breathe, etc., everyone was thinking the same thing.  This is the part of the hike where I get to be the “bad guy” in the nicest way possible, encouraging them to continue.  Some of them said they really didn’t want to continue, but I knew how upset they’d be if they gave up, so I kept cheering them on. After all, if it was easy everyone would do it and there wouldn’t be bragging rights!

Since a lot of the trail was covered in snow and we had to get creative to continue climbing. We looked like we really knew what we were doing, and had several first timers follow us on the hike.  It’s really cool to have things like this happen!

The changing point to the hike came about a mile and a half from the summit.  At this point the “complainers” realized I wasn’t giving in, and this is also where a lot of the trail was covered in snow.  The girls had to be very careful and work together to navigate the trail. I guess for them this is when it became fun!  

Make no mistake, they were still sore and tired, but from here on out they trudged on without my constant encouragement and even seemed to enjoy the experience.

The small streams on the trail were fun to navigate as well.  The girls asked me to take this picture for fun!

Once we made it to the Cirque (just under a mile from the summit) the trail became unnavigable.  No worries:  I did this hike last week.  All we needed to do was head towards the “16 Golden Stairs” sign and then head straight up to the summit. It was difficult, but the girls seemed to have fun!  We had another first timer follow us on this route as well.

The final push to the summit was really hard, but not one of the girls complained even once!  It was as if a switch had been turned on, they all realized how close they were, and they WANTED to summit.  It wasn’t easy:  we had to scramble on the rocks and make our own trail.  

About halfway to the top from where the rock scrambling started someone shouted “Look!  Bighorn Sheep!”  Indeed, there were 3 bighorn sheep traversing the ridge next to us!  They were robust, confident animals.  We watched them until they were out of sight (about 5 minutes). As an added bonus it was a nice break! The girls commented on how they made rock climbing look easy!

After about 20 more minutes of losing our footing, cheering each other on, and mini-rockslides we made it to the summit!

We tried to stay a good distance apart from each other to minimize rock slide injuries, so the girls who made it first waited for everyone to get to the top before all holding hands and crossing the cog tracks together.  This was their idea:  I love these ladies!!!

The girls were all smiles, enthusiastic, and PROUD of themselves!  They were glad they’d continued on, and celebrating their personal and physical victories.

We immediately went inside the summit house and got donuts and fudge. The girls commented how only hikers who’d summited should be allowed such luxuries…  They’d EARNED it!

After a break of about 15 minutes we went outside for pictures.  

Emily truly wanted a picture with me to show she’d hiked Pikes Peak.  Her smile was all the thanks I needed!

You expend a LOT of energy just breathing at 14,000+ feet, so it’s dangerous to spend too much time at the top.  Adding to that it was starting to get cold and the girls wanted dinner.

After the fun of last week getting down the mountain we decided this time to go down the same way we’d gone up.  I explained to the girls how to keep their center of gravity low while navigating, and we began our decent.  

It was slow going the first half mile or so for safety reasons, but after that we practically skipped back to the A-frame, high fiving ourselves the entire way.  The girls were a bit upset we hadn’t “glissaded” so we found a safe place to do so.  On purpose.

Dinner was terrible.  We had Mountain House backpacking meals, and I’m not sure if it was the altitude or how they were prepared, but the consistency was either way too watery or not watery enough.  They tasted OK, so the girls with extra watery meals added their ramen and were fine with that.  Apparently it was an improvement for the ramen!

Samantha and Olivia were in charge of the fire. Check out what an awesome job they did! One match!

I’m REALLY GLAD we were the first ones there because there was serious competition!  At least three other groups were interested in sleeping in the frame that night, but luckily had brought back-up tents as well.  We made several friends at the A-frame, and invited them to join us in our fire.  

Although this was the warmest night I’ve ever spent at the A-frame the girls all said they had trouble sleeping because it was so cold.  We all set our alarms to watch the sunrise, but due to the fires in the area it was difficult to appreciate, so we all went back to bed.

At 7:30am we got up and quickly dressed.  We were running out of food and needed to get back down the mountain.  We ate our cheerios as we descended.  While better than the hike up, the hike down was still a challenge.  It was hot, the girls were tired and very sore.  We had blisters on top of blisters, and needed frequent breaks.

We stopped about 6 times each mile to rest, and every 3 miles we took an extended break and took off our packs.  However, at the 1.5 mile mark the girls got their second wind, asked if we could stop taking breaks, and booked it the rest of the way down. They were exhausted and excited to be done with the hike!  I told them to pose for this picture describing how their bodies were aching at this point…  They have blisters on top of blisters, and I know every muscle in their bodies ache, but they should be proud!!!

Congratulations Ladies!

Pictures of the journey can be found here:

Pikes Peak Summit Sticker can be bought here

Saving Ourselves


Let me start by saying these girls were prepared for this hike.  They’d backpacked this trail multiple times before, and were even nominated by Search and Rescue to earn the Red Cross Lifesaving award for rescuing hikers on this trail on another occasion.  They received that award.  They also train for and participate in an outdoor survival skills competition every year. They are experienced, in great physical condition, “pumped” about going on the hike, and I know them and their personalities well. I trusted their abilities.

For those of you who worry, don’t.  Everyone made it out ok without any injuries that needed more than moleskin and a few Tylenol.  

As always the girls spent the night at my house the evening before the hike. They made blueberry muffins for breakfast the next morning, and stayed up way too late giggling.  I checked the weather forecast for the next day:  83-90 degrees with no chance of rain. AWESOME!!!  We’re always worried about thunderstorms above the treeline. We were so excited it wasn’t going to be an issue this time.  We woke up at 3am and were in the parking lot by 3:55am.  

The parking lot was pretty empty, except for two large passenger vans.  As I was paying for parking I overheard a director surrounded by about 20 people talking about how they were all going to hike to the top today, and their goal was to do so by noon.  He prayed for God to bless their bodies and journey.  I thought a few things:How cool for a church group to hike Pikes Peak!

· They do NOT look prepared for a hike like this.  They are in shorts and none of them look like “hikers”

·  Making it to the top by noon was overly ambitious

·  I wanted to get a start before they did because passing them would take forever!

I quickly paid for parking and ran back to the truck.  We grabbed our gear, turned on our headlamps, and got going.  I said a positive “Good Luck!” to one of the church ladies preparing to hike (she seemed confused when she noticed I wasn’t with her group), and we were on our way before 4am. 


We’ve hiked Pikes Peak before, but this was the first time we’d done so with small packs carrying just water.  We have always backpacked with 30lb packs, so this was a treat!  We made great time!  We hiked the first two miles in about 40 minutes (which is amazing, considering it’s all uphill).  As always, we enjoyed the view.  No matter how many times I try, I can’t capture the beauty.  I need a special camera. 


The hike up to Barr Camp was pretty uneventful.  The first 3 miles of incline are the hardest, and then the next 3 are gently sloping. No long breaks were needed beyond shedding layers (it was getting warm, and we were sweating). We saw various new flowers that aren’t in bloom when we usually hike in July or August, as well as a caterpillar nest.


We made it to Barr Camp at 6am (6.5 miles in 2 hours) and had a heavy snack.


Most of the campers there were just waking up. One man came up to us and asked about the conditions of the trail.  He said hikers came back yesterday saying the snow was up to their thighs in areas and they weren’t able to summit.  They kept losing the trail and getting stuck in snow, but said you could get pretty far if you “kept going left” and asked if that sounded right?

I told him it made sense, but we had crampons, so we weren’t too worried.  His concerned reply:  “I wasn’t worried about you, I was worried about making it myself.  Do you think I can make it?” I thought this was hilarious! I initially thought he was looking out for us, but he was really worried about himself and his abilities. Apparently we looked like we knew what we were doing.  He was worried he wouldn’t be able to find the trail, so I gave him some pointers.

Around the 8 mile mark we saw patches of ice on the trail.  Right in the middle of the trail to be exact. 


It was 1 more mile to the A-frame, and at this point we were feeling pretty good.  It was so much easier hiking with just water! We made it by 8:30am and took a look around.  It was not as green as it usually is (probably too soon in the season), but otherwise it was cleaner than normal (kind of… still some trash here and there).  We were met by a marmot living under the frame and a young buck!  SO cool!  We never see deer at 11,500 feet! 


Just as we were getting ready to leave a man came down the trail.  He looked like an experienced hiker, so we talked with him a bit about the trail conditions.  We asked him if he’d summited yet, and he said he hadn’t.  He’d been trying for the past 4 weeks, but there was always too much snow.  Last week the A-frame had 4 feet of snow around it.  He was hoping to summit today.    He also said he’d seen the church group at about 6am near the top of the incline…it had taken them 2 hours to hike 2 miles. There was NO WAY they were going to summit today, but they still seemed to think they could. They had driven in from Oklahoma at 10pm the night before the hike.  The girls and I had flashbacks of saving those hikers form Kansas, and mentally prepared ourselves to help if necessary.

We said our goodbyes and continued with our hike around 9am.  Immediately after the A-frame we lost the trail due to snow. There wasn’t snow covering the ground completely, but huge piles of it covering large parts of the trail.  We knew which way to go, but it was under too much snow to traverse. 


We could see large switchbacks further up the mountain, so we decided to just head straight for those and continue with the trail there.  Normally I am completely against going off trail and creating new ones, but we really had no choice:  there wasn’t a trail to follow.  We could see where other hikers had attempted to go up, and tried to follow their tracks where possible (all in the snow, so we weren’t trampling ground cover).  If we found the trail we took it until it was buried in snow again.  Many times we “made our own trail” over the previous one.  

We got really good at confidently making our own solid tracks in the very slippery snow. You see, the problem was we had no way of knowing how deep the snow was.  As you can see by the picture below, one step I was on solid ground.  The next I sank to my waist, and was only able to get out because my right foot was in a stable position.  There’s no telling how far I’d have sunk if I hadn’t had one foot in a solid position.  Yes, I was scared the first time this happened!


Adding to this was the water.  Water trickles down from Pikes Peak into rivulets and small streams, then continues past the A-frame down the mountain. Some of them run below the rocks, others above.  These streams can be heard the entire time you’re above treeline.  You can see them at points, but you can always hear them.  We knew there was water flowing below us, but we never knew if it was under snow or rocks.  We’d be in trouble if it was under the snow and we fell in!


There were times when I had to make our own tracks and could see hoof prints in the snow.  I followed those tracks, trusting the Bighorn Sheep or Mountain Goat that had made them…


Did I mention the Marmots?  We saw more marmots this trip than I’ve ever seen before, and they were quite fluffy…


There tracks were everywhere too… Adorable!


We eventually found a way to a switchback leading to the Cirque.  Notice how hard I’m breathing?  It’s really hard to breathe at 13,000+ feet!

Just after the Cirque we followed the trail until we found the 1 mile mark, where it completely disappeared.  We could see the “16 Golden Stairs” sign, so we made our way towards it.  At this point we had to completely abandon the trail and just hike straight up.  There weren’t footprints to follow, or any sign indicating which way we should go. We knew how the trail usually bends, but due to snow were unable to get to those spots.   We also knew we wouldn’t be damaging any groundcover because it was all rocks. 


It was like rock climbing on ice!  Except there were no footholds, so we had to make our own.  And there was nothing to hold onto except for our hiking poles and the holds we made before lifting ourselves up.  And there were a lot of unstable rocks hiding below the snow causing minor rock fall avalanches.    It was really scary and slippery, but the girls confidently made their own trail.  Oh, and crampons for the win!  Those things are amazing!


We summited at 12pm. It had taken us 3 hours from the A-frame, the normal time is usually does, but not in the traditional fashion.


Side note: The man we met at the A-frame was with a group of about 10 male hikers.  They followed our footprints, so basically we made the trail for them.  They didn’t have crampons so they were unable to summit.

We summited about 20 seconds before a cog train arrived, so we booked it inside the summit house to grab a table.  We got donuts!!!  I’ve summited Pikes Peak several times, and this is the first the donut machine has been working.  I celebrated!


We collapsed at a table to take a well-deserved break.  That hike was insane!  We were so proud of ourselves!  We had never done anything like what we just did:  blazing our own trail and climbing through ice and snow for 3 miles up the face of Pikes Peak!

We also noted how scary we must have looked to everyone else there arriving from the train: you know, the ones wearing makeup with their hair curled.  

As we sat there a “Park Ranger” (I’m not really sure that’s an official title, but there’s always a guy in a park ranger uniform at the summit house) came up and asked us if we’d hiked up.  When we told him we had, he said we were the first this season!  Woot! He then asked us if we’d be hiking back down (instead of taking the train) and told us to be careful:  The other day he had someone lose their backpack looking over the edge and it slid 1500 feet down the slope.

A bathroom stop was on the agenda, but the line for the bathroom was longer than the line for fudge (which had about 30 people in it) so we decided to book it down the trail and go at the A-frame instead.

We went outside for a few pictures.  Everyone who talked with us was super impressed we’d hiked up the mountain.  See how proud we are?  The person taking the picture noted the awesome rain shower in the background…


We’d just been through a very intense hike, and came up without a proper trail.  This time we were at the summit and knew where the trail down started, so we decided to descend using the trail as intended.  The “park ranger” was standing at the edge where we’d summited, presumably discouraging people from taking that way down. All routes from the top looked impassable, but we knew if we could just get past the snow we’d be able to find our route down.  After all, the snow wasn’t “everywhere” as there were patches of rocks in between, and we’d made it up, hadn’t we?


We hiked for about 40 feet and knew immediately hiking down was not the same as hiking up.  

This is where I need to pause a moment and let you know how we got into the situation that put us at risk.  I am a serious photographer (intense hobby).  Much to the disappointment of my children I take pictures of everything.  I am rarely seen without a camera in my hand, and indeed summited Pikes Peak this trip one handed (with my Canon Rebel in my left hand… yes, I got a scratch on the lens from a falling rock, but it was worth it). In addition, there was no room in my backpack to hold my camera, so I had to keep it around my neck.

Remember that picture from before where one foot was level, and the other sunk to my waist in the snow?  Well, that happened just as we were descending, except instead of catching myself I was off balance (due to my camera) and slid one foot first, one sideways, 600 feet down the face of Pikes Peak.  Things going through my head at this time:

· This is bad

· Don’t start turning!  Do whatever you can to stay upright and don’t tip over!

· Don’t scare the girls!  Keep calm. Talk to them as you’re going down to let them know you’re not scared and that you’re ok.  “I’m sliding down, just wait a bit, ok?”

· Find a way to slow down!!!

· I’m not slowing down, try something else!!!

· This is really, really bad.

About 600 feet later I was able to slow myself down by making a large “V” with my legs and came to a stop just before a rock outcropping.  I’d lost my hiking pole about 1/3 of the way down (my first attempt at stopping was to try and anchor myself… the hiking pole stayed where it was).  

At this point I was scared.  That “glissade” was NOT on purpose, and now I was separated by my girls by 600 feet.  Not for long however, for they decided to follow me, and without thinking I encouraged them:

I hadn’t fully processed the situation when they started, and encouraged them on. I didn’t want them to know how scared I was, but I also realized there was no other way for us to make it down the mountain:  we could not go up.  We had to go down or stay where we were, which wasn’t an option.

Note:  I don’t have pictures of everything from this point on because there were times when our safety was much more important than pictures, so I focused on getting us down safely.  I needed two hands to navigate and steady myself.  

The girls made it to me and we assessed our situation.  We were in an awful spot!  We couldn’t walk sideways because there was a rock outcropping too steep to traverse. In addition that “rain shower” had turned to snow above us (wonderful weather forecast, huh?) and the rocks were really slippery.  The only way down was to slide on the snow another 200 feet.


So we did.  The glissade wasn’t pretty, as the grade was too steep to do anything but dig your heels in to slow down your descent.  The girls are all smiles in these pictures (I’ve trained them to smile on cue because I’m always taking their pictures), but I know they were thinking “I’m going to DIE!”  In reality, that was a possibility if they didn’t control their descent.  They were fabulous!


The first thing Tristina said when we got to the bottom was “I’m glad those rocks were there to break our fall!”  It sounds comical, but she was actually sincere:  the rocks provided us traction and gave us breaks from snow that kept us from sliding out of control.  They also ripped a very large hole in her pants, right where you don’t want a hole. She used her sweatshirt to cover the damage.

I was seriously worried about our predicament at this point, but knew we needed to keep going to save ourselves.  We were at an inaccessible spot on the mountain, no one was hurt, we were all together and we could make our way down.  We just needed to be extremely careful and not make one misstep, or we’d seriously injure ourselves on the rocks.  Or tumble and break something and be in serious trouble.

I knew I needed to be a leader for the girls, so I kept up a positive, encouraging attitude while inside being scared I was leading them into danger. For their part the girls were amazing!  They trusted my decisions completely, followed my footsteps, and problem solved on their own when necessary.  I went first and many times had to direct them on the right path from places they couldn’t see me.    

From here on out we tried to avoid snow patches whenever possible, hiking up and around them as we could.  We spent a lot of time navigating large granite boulders. One of my girls was in shock, and we were all on a serious adrenaline rush. None of us were hurt, but we all knew we should have been.  I knew they were scared, but the girls didn’t stop:  they kept hiking down. 


The group of 10 guys who followed us up was now descending, so we made our way towards them. They weren’t using a trail, but hiking straight down.  This making your own trail irks me, but in our present situation I totally understood. We bouldered and traversed straight down, using them as a reference point.  It took us about 75 minutes to reach them.  One of the guys in the group started talking to us:  he said their group was being led by someone who placed 2nd in a very popular Pikes Peak run.  Impressive!

We tried to stay behind the group of guys (remember that embarrassing hole in the pants?), but they kept slowing down and taking breaks.  This didn’t make ANY sense!  They were all very fit men who shouldn’t have had to take so many “breaks”.

Eventually we figured it out when they asked us if we were anywhere near the trail:  They didn’t know where they were going!  They asked us for help navigating back to the trail. We knew the general direction so we led the way.  

At one point we came to a large expanse of snow there was no way to navigate around:  we had to cross it.  This time we did so more confidently.  I went first, solidly sitting down and sliding feet first.  The incline wasn’t as steep as at the top, so I was able to make a nice smooth slide.  The girls quickly followed.   This time glissading was fun!


I heard the group of guys shout “Wow!  Those girls are badass!”

I shouted from below to the guys “feel free to use the slide!”

They enthusiastically accepted and we watched them get a running start, jump and slide, obviously having great fun!

Jordan was the one who eventually found the trail that led to the A-frame, and we were back in business!  The guys continued down to Barr Camp, while we took a bit of a rest and assessed our current situation.  We had just been through a very scary experience most people would have needed to have been rescued from.  None of us was hurt, we’d made it out alive, and we were proud of how we handled everything! We considered this trip a very exciting win!  

I am hiking the trail with another group next week, and we are staying overnight at the A-frame, so I “hid” my jacket so I don’t need to carry it up the trail next week. Then and used the facilities (although it was jokingly commented that might have already been taken care of accidentally on that first slide) and we hiked back down the trail.

The rest of the hike was uneventful.  It rained a cold, biting rain the last 6 miles (once again, great weather forecast, huh? I almost wished I’d have kept my jacket). We were surrounded by rolling thunder but no lightening.

We talked with several hikers making their way to Barr Camp, intending on summiting the next day. They all had snow shoes, and said they’d gotten advice from someone on “” indicating they were needed.  We assured them they weren’t.  The girls we met who were hiking up were all intrigued and started in on conversation, asking about trail conditions, etc.  The men all seemed amused and acted like they knew better than we did.  The conversation stopped with them there.  Hmmm….

We also saw a hiker on his way up rather late in the day (6pm) with nothing but skis and a water jug.  He looked extremely fit and like he knew what he was doing, but not prepared at all for sleeping overnight, which he’d need to do in order to reach an area with enough snow to ski.

We never did see that church group on the way back down, and their vans were gone by the time we made it to the parking lot, 13 hours and 26 miles later!

My final comments to the girls:  Remember, you can do ANYTHING guys can do, one handed (I summited with a camera in my left hand), bleeding.  Many times while wearing heels..

Troop 931 Backpacking Pikes Peak


Pikes Peak is an INTENSE hike, made even more so by backpacking. We are all tired and extremely sore, but proud of our accomplishment!

I grow as a person every time we Girl Scouts get together! 

Thank you Girl Scout Troop 931 for teaching me about teamwork, patience, FUN, goals, perseverance, and awesomeness!!! Oh, and for those interested, YES they did help rescue someone on this trip too: a hiker with a broken ankle about a quarter mile from the summit. Troop 931 ROCKS!!!

This wasn’t our first rodeo (we did the same hike last summer and saved some hikers.  You can read that story here: ) so we started before the sunrise to get an early start on the hike.  The weather changes frequently on the mountain, and we knew it would start out cold, get really hot, then back to cold again as we made it past the tree line.  Here are the girls, all ready to go in their “warm” clothes.  We just layer for hikes like these.  Also notice how happy and fresh they look.


Along the way we saw different flowers than last time (since we were hiking two months earlier in the season).  I love seeing columbines growing in nature!


This is a really tough hike.  About 6 miles in there’s a place called Barr Camp where a lot of hikers stay the night.  Our overnight spot was still another 3 miles up the trail.  Here’s Kayla passed out as we took a lunch break.  Poor girl!  This was a much harder hike than she’d anticipated.  She was doing great though!


Notice this sign posted as you leave Barr Camp.  Unfortunately, too many hikers either don’t see this sign, or don’t take it seriously.  


About half a mile past Barr Camp we split into two teams.  Jordan, Ruth Ann, and Tristina were hiking fast, so they went on up ahead and were to meet Kayla and I at the “A-frame”.  Kayla was exhausted by this point, but kept on going.  We all knew it would be easier if we separated, and we wanted to make sure we had a spot to sleep tonight since it’s first come (so getting there first was our best option).

Kayla and I made it to the A-Frame about 2 hours after the other girls.  They had already set up camp and rested by the time we got there.


Kayla immediately unpacked her sleeping bag, and fell asleep.


The other girls had already rested, so by this point they were ready to talk.  I walked around the campsite to get some pictures. 


The A-Frame isn’t very big, and we didn’t want to put our things on the ground because there were a lot of critters around, so we weren’t as “tidy” as we could have been.


Jordan and Tristina got to work sanitizing water and making dinner.  The site has a running creek year long, so this time we decided not to hike with as much water (conserving weight), and we planned to filter water at the top.  The girls boiled the water, then placed the container of water in the stream to cool down before drinking it.  I just have to say, as I was talking this picture I kept thinking to myself what awesome ladies these girls are!  They were totally able to do everything themselves on this trip, and they did so without complaining.  They have skills and they were having fun!


I mentioned earlier we weren’t very tidy in the A-Frame.  However, we are Girl Scouts, so we do leave places cleaner than we find them.  We brought trash bags to haul trash down the mountain (yes, even stuff that wasn’t ours), but we realized there was so much trash we couldn’t bring it all down.  This was odd/not cool because we’d camped in the same spot less than a year before and totally cleared it of all trash.  We decided to make the best of the situation and just burned as much as possible. Since there isn’t any wood to burn at the site (you have to haul it up from down the mountain) this had the added benefit of keeping us warm.


Have I mentioned the view at night from tree line is absolutely amazing!  If winter didn’t exist on the peak I could live there. Enough said. 


The sunrise is equally beautiful. We set our alarm just so we could watch the morning glow.


After a breakfast of Mountain House eggs and bacon (gross by the way, we’re never doing that again), we were off to climb the peak!


About half a mile in we decided we’d split up again.  Kayla was having a lot of difficulty with this hike, and we were at the part where you have to keep going or you’ll never get started again.  This is a very mental hike, and you have to know how to psych yourself up to continue.

Even though it’s July there is still a lot of snow on the peak.  These drifts are much larger in person than they look from Colorado Springs.  They are about the size of a football field, and they are very slippery!  We saw many people fall because they were over confident.  Kayla fell on each one (there were 7 or 8), hard, but she kept going!


The 16 Golden Stairs are anything but.  This is the hardest part of the hike, and it took us about 1.5 hours to do (even though it’s only about ¼ of a mile).  We kept stopping every 2 or 3 feet because Kayla really didn’t want to continue.  However, I wasn’t going to let her give up.  She told me at the beginning of this hike she was doing it for her dad (who passed away the week before), and I wanted to help her reach her goal.

There were a lot of tears and frustrated words said (never towards another person), but Kayla kept going.


I’m very, very, very proud to say she made it!!!  Many (ok, most) grown men cannot complete this hike.  It was hard, it hurt, and she was tired, but she kept putting one foot in front of the other and made it to the top.

She was exhausted when we got there (we both were).  As soon as she crossed the cog tracks she stopped, raised her hands, looked up, and started talking to her dad in heaven.  I couldn’t help it, I started to cry.

All of the work to get to the top was totally worth it!  When she was done she turned to me, gave me a big hug, and said “Thank you Ms. Laura for helping me get to the top.  I’m sorry I yelled at you!”.  I cried some more.

Then we walked the 20 or so feet to the Summit House and Kayla fell asleep for the next 45 minutes.


We met the other girls there, got some donuts, drinks, and fudge, and told about our separate climbs.

Jordan, Ruth Ann, and Tristina told me they had helped rescue a man who had broken his ankle about a quarter mile from the top.  He wasn’t a hiker, so he wasn’t prepared.  He had driven to the peak and was hiking down to take selfies when he tripped (yes, he had a selfie stick).

They tried to give him an ice pack, but it exploded so they did the next best thing:  They used their ace bandage to wrap his ankle, then got a ziplock bag and filled it with ice.

Then the girls helped him up and he hopped on one foot (his good one) to the top with one of his arms around each of the girls shoulders.  He thanked them profusely when they arrived, and promised to get in touch when he made it home.

I woke Kayla up after 45 minutes because her body needed a rest:  You burn just as many calories sitting at 14,000+ feet as you do running at sea level, so she needed to move down the mountain so her body could rest properly.  We also needed to finish our hike:  it was only half over! 

As Alison Levine says: “Getting to the top is optional.  Getting down is mandatory”.

We posed for a few pictures (we were too tired when we got there at first to take any), and were on our way down.


This is where the real teamwork began.  Kayla was very tired from this hike.  We all were.  I run 5-10 miles a day, Jordan is captain of the Ice Hockey team, Tristina runs cross country, and Ruth Ann runs as well, so we were more conditioned for this hike (don’t get me wrong, we were still aching).

Kayla however wasn’t conditioned, and was exhausted.  She wanted to stop and rest every 15 feet or so, and that just wasn’t possible if we wanted to make it down the mountain. 

So the girls helped to keep her motivated.  They held her hand as she navigated tough rocky areas and the slippery slopes of snow.  They let her hold onto their backpacks for support, and held her hand to help keep up her momentum.

They also kept praising her progress and success!


When we got just about to the tree line we started seeing marmots.  3 or 4 were chirping to each other, and some stayed still long enough for us to get pictures!


I love this one:  you can see the Garden of the Gods below!


At tree line Kayla remembered we forgot to take a picture of her celebrating at the peak, so we took one now:


She did it!  Great job Kayla!  She looks filthy but proud of her accomplishments!  She probably lost 5-10 pounds as well from the beginning (did I mention this is an intense 26+ mile hike?  We did a mountain marathon in less than 36 hours) 


Girl Scout Troop 931 Backpacking Pikes Peak and Saving Lives

My girls call me Leader Laura.  I have been privileged to be the Leader of Girl Scout Troop 931 in Colorado Springs since 2007, where I have seen these girls learn, grow, and mature into self confident young adults. These girls take cookie sales very seriously: They set high goals, achieve them, and enjoy their success by planning activities and adventures paid for from the profits of the sale. 

Troop 931 has sold tens of thousands of boxes of Girl Scout Cookies, and used the proceeds to perform community service and go on some amazing trips.  This year a few of the girls in the troop were interested in backpacking to the top of Pikes Peak.   This 14,115 ft. mountain towers over Colorado Springs, and is a constant source of pride for our community.


The hike to the top isn’t for the faint of heart.  The Barr Trail to Pikes Peak is the most difficult hike in the area.  It is an advanced trail that gains 7,800 feet in altitude in 12.5 miles, not to mention the 12.5 miles back down to your vehicle.

Colorado weather is dangerously unpredictable.  It can be extremely hot hiking the beginning of the trail, and the average temperature at the summit in the summer is forty degrees below the temperature at the base of the trail.  Electrical storms and rain are daily events, and it is possible to encounter snow and ice even in the summer months.

Three girls in the troop were interested and able to go on the hike:  Jordan, Rebecca, and Tristina, all who have been Girl Scouts since elementary school.  All of these girls take honors classes, Jordan is active in Ice Hockey, Rebecca is captain of her High School Color Guard, and Tristina is in cross country and cheer.

In addition to being physically fit and enthusiastic about the hike, the girls train for the Girl Scout “Reach for the Peak” outdoor skills competition every year, where they compete in events such as emergency first aid, campsite set up, emergency survival, knots, lashing, outdoor cooking, etc., so they had the skills and training necessary to take such an adventurous trip. 

We all met at my house Friday night.  The theory being they would be able to go to bed as soon as possible Friday night and get up early for the hike the next morning.  We put together our food for the trip (lots of nuts, dried fruit, cereal, breakfast bars, Ramen, freeze dried meals and water), and distributed necessary gear amongst the girls (tents, camp stove, water filter, emergency first aid and fire starting supplies).  Then the girls used the computer to check the most recent weather forecast and trail conditions (50% chance of storms after 11am), printed a detailed description of the hike with landmarks and places to filter water along the way, and planned to get up at 3am to leave by 3:30am to get an early start on the trail. 

Saturday morning we had a quick breakfast of coffee, cinnamon rolls, and sausage.  The girls were excited and awake at 3am, even though they did not go to bed early as planned (they are all good friends, so I figured they’d be up talking most of the night, and they were).  All 6 of us piled into my truck (the three scouts Jordan, Rebecca, and Tristina, Thomas (a brother and a Boy Scout who wanted to hike too), Liane the Troop co-leader, and I) and headed to the trailhead. 


Barr Trail is located in Manitou Springs, close to the Cog Railway that travels up Pikes Peak.  It was still dark as we parked at the base of the trail, along with many other hikers looking to get a head start on the trek. At 4:30am we donned our backpacks, head lamps and good attitudes, took a picture for posterity, and began hiking. 

The girls had researched the trail, so we knew the first few miles would be a difficult uphill climb, but after about the third mile it would even out for a bit.  At around 6.5 miles we would come upon Barr Camp, where many hikers choose to spend the night either before or after hiking the peak.  There would be water to filter at Barr Camp, and emergency supplies to purchase if needed.  Our research told us there would be a cabin about a mile past Barr Camp that sleeps 6, available on a first come basis, and a popular spot to stay in the summer months.    After reaching the cabin the hike would get more difficult, especially once we made it past the timberline.  The last 3 miles was supposed to be the most complicated, due to lack of oxygen and stress from the hike.  It was recommended to summit and be back below the tree line before 1pm to avoid summer thunderstorms.  It normally takes about 8 hours to summit (without backpacking gear).

It became obvious about half a mile into the trail the group wanted to hike much faster than Liane.  We were worried we wouldn’t make it to the summit before the required time unless we hiked at a faster pace, but we wanted to stay together.  Liane had quite a heavy pack, and after some discussion we decided to separate and meet at the cabin a mile past Barr Camp:  She never planned on summiting, the trail was heavy with hikers, and we all felt confident she would be safe hiking “by herself”.  So it was decided Thomas and I would continue the hike with the girls, Liane would hike on her own, and we would communicate every so often through texting.


The first three miles were indeed aggressive, but we pressed on knowing the trail would eventually get easier.  It was dark when we started out, and along the way we had views of the night lights of Colorado Springs, hundreds of twinkling stars, and the bright lights that were Venus and Jupiter shining just to the left of the crescent moon.  I took pictures with my camera, knowing they would never represent the true beauty of the night.

We stopped many times for a few seconds here and there to admire the view.  At about the 3-4 mile mark the sun came up and we started seeing really cool red and white mushrooms.  The girls identified them as Amanita muscaria, more commonly known as fly agaric.  These mushrooms are poisonous to the touch, so we became concerned when we found some had been uprooted.  We followed a stream for a while, and the girls took turns identifying several trees, mushrooms, and flowers (to get ready for the plant identification part of the Reach for the Peak competition in 2 weeks). 

Around the 4 mile mark the trail indeed became a bit easier to hike, but only for about a mile.  Then the incline picked up once again, and the five of us started stopping more frequently to rest.  We were all hungry despite breakfast, and broke into our snacks earlier than anticipated.  We were glad we packed plenty of food:  it began to look like we were going to need all the calories we could get!


Tired but feeling accomplished with the hike so far, we arrived at Barr Camp at about 8am.  Barr Camp has a nice stream running through the area, and we noted several places we could camp if the cabin a mile up was occupied when we arrived.  It was at the cabin we planned to take a longer rest before tackling the second half of the hike.  We knew the hike would get a bit easier from there, so we didn’t rest, but continued on up the trail. 

We expected a gradual climb to the cabin.  After about a mile we were discouraged by how steep the climb was becoming, and in our lack of locating our designated spot to rest.  We went back to our notes, verifying the cabin’s location. We started wondering:  Had we missed it?  Was it hidden?  We were getting pretty tired by this point, so we stopped to take a rest and have a snack (peaches!). 

A hiker passed us, and we asked her if we were close to the cabin.  “You mean the A-frame?  That’s at least another mile” she answered.   We were taken aback.  She had to be mistaken. She indicated she had hiked most of the way to the summit on another occasion, but had to turn back because of a storm.  However she did remember seeing the A-frame at Timberline, and obviously we were a ways away from that yet.  We looked around, and indeed we were still in a heavily wooded area, nowhere near the timberline.

This changed things a bit.  By this time we were at least 2 miles past Barr Camp (with our gear), and about a mile from where we had planned to meet Liane (the cabin I will now refer to as “A-frame”).  We were pretty tired at this point.  The group discussed the options we now faced: We could go back and meet Liane at Barr Camp, or continue with our hike and plan to sleep at the A-frame no matter what, knowing Liane wouldn’t go that far.  We knew if we hiked back to Barr Camp we would not be summiting, and that once Liane found out how far away the A-frame was from Barr Camp she would stay at Barr Camp.  Jordan indicated Liane had her own tent, sleeping bag, food, and stove in her pack, so we all decided to continue with our hike and text Liane to let her know our decision. 

On we hiked.  The mile more we had to hike to get to the A-frame took us quite a while.  We were tired and sore, but with the knowledge the A-frame was located at the Timberline felt like we were on a mission. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, we saw about 15 people scattered on rocks, looking down at the A-frame below.  It was beautiful.  A small wooden platform covered on three sides with an open view of Colorado Springs below.  It was situated in a small valley, with a stream running through the area and 3 or 4 obvious campsites directly nearby.  This meant we would have a place to camp, even if the A-frame was occupied.   The girls took off their packs, and despite their fatigue immediately began to inspect the site. 


There were belongings already in the A-frame, but no one seemed to be around.  It looked like the sleeping bags inside had been left by previous backpackers (they were old and worn), and the shelter was littered with trash.  There was a fire pit directly in front of the cabin, so we would be able to have a campfire at night if it wasn’t too windy.  A quick inspection of the area indicated there was no firewood so I made a mental note to try and collect some on our way back down. 


The girls seemed to have a new sense of energy.  At 9:30am we left our sleeping bags and tents in the A-frame (we would be ok without these supplies if they were stolen, but we figured they wouldn’t be), put on our packs with the rest of our supplies, and headed up the trail to finish our journey.  We were at 11,500 ft in elevation at the A-frame, and needed to get to 14,115 ft.  It was 3 miles to the summit, and more difficult than we could have imagined.  The hike just kept getting harder and harder, the air thinner and thinner, and just when we thought we were at the summit, we would round a corner and see what looked like miles and miles of trail still ahead.  The air was much colder here, and without the trees the wind was brutal.  We could see storm clouds quickly curling over the mountain above us and forming into thunderheads.  We put on our hats, jackets, and gloves, and trudged on. 

Every hiker we passed on their way down would congratulate us, smile and say we had about half an hour to go.  Every.  Single.  One.  Despite the fact we kept advancing on the trail, for about 2 hours every hiker would tell us we had half an hour to go.  It was maddening, but we made a joke out of it to help pass the time.  At this point we could hear the horn of the Cog Railway, indicating passengers should board the train to head back down.  To us it was a sign we were getting close.  We saw several mountain bikers riding down the mountain, and commented on their bravery/foolishness. 


When we had about a mile left on the trail, the hike was no longer “fun”.  It was here we would hike 5 or 6 yards and need to stop and rest for a minute (or five) to catch our breath.  I felt like I was a coach pushing the girls to “keep going” because we were “almost there!”  They became each others’ cheerleaders, taking turns saying “We got this!”  and “We can do it!”  We reminded each other if this was an easy hike, everyone would do it, and that its difficulty built character.  And awesomeness.  On we trudged.

It was brutal.  No one wanted to give up, but neither did we want to keep going (resting felt wonderful, and it was so hard to start hiking again).  At long last we saw a sign indicating the “16 Golden Stairs”.  We had no idea what those were, but they didn’t sound good.  They ended up being switchbacks that were more like rock climbing than actual stairs, and vicious on our already aching legs.  Rebecca announced this hike brought new meaning to the term “thunder thighs”.  We all laughed, and kept climbing.   

After the last “stair” we stopped to catch our breath (again), and saw we were about 200 yards from the summit.  Although we would have loved to have run, skipped, or jogged those last yards, it just wasn’t possible.  We lumbered the last few feet, and almost cried tears of joy as we crossed the cog train tracks and stepped onto the deck.

I asked the girls “Do you want to take pictures now or after we rest?”  “Now!” was their answer because once they sat down, they didn’t think they would get up again.  We took some pictures at the summit sign, walked in the door of the gift shop, and almost fell upon the nearest empty booth to the triumphant arm pumping cries of “We made it!” and “We did it!”.  The girls were elated.  We all were!  It was 12:30pm, and it was snowing.  We made it from Barr Trail up Pikes Peak in 8 hours, with full gear. 


During our 45 minute reprieve at the summit we spent most of our time resting and commenting on how difficult the hike was and how awesome we were.  The Summit House consists of a restaurant, gift shop, and deck area.  It was extremely crowded with tourists milling about, waiting in lines to buy souvenirs indicating they had “made it to the top”.  There were two guys in the booth next to us who had just hiked up as well, but were waiting to take the train down the mountain.  The girls told them about some of our other Girl Scout adventures (our trip to Alaska, learning how to surf in Texas, heading to Wyoming for Frontier days, rafting, spelunking, rock climbing, etc.).  They were impressed we were Girl Scouts, and one even indicated his 11 year old niece was “getting bored with dance”, and would love to do some of the adventurous things we did.  He didn’t know “older girls” could be Girl Scouts too.  I gave him information on joining a troop. 

I text Liane, and she had just reached Barr Camp.  She indeed decided upon hearing it was 3.5 miles past Barr Camp to the A-frame to stay at Barr Camp for the night.  She already had an adventurous 6.5 mile hike up to Barr Camp and was equipped with plenty of food, water, and supplies.  We would meet her in the morning at the campground. 

We ate lunch (Ramen!), used the restroom, filled all of our empty water bottles, enjoyed a cappuccino, and bought some fudge to celebrate for dessert later that night.  Then it was time to head back down to our campsite (hopefully before a storm hit). 

Now that we were rested we took a few more pictures as we made our way back to the trail.  I don’t know if it was our rest or the fact that the storm seemed to be coming over the mountain so quickly, but the hike down was much faster than the hike up.  We could practically run down the trail without needing to rest (we walked).  We heard a chirp-like barking sound, and were delighted to discover it was a Marmot perched on a nearby rock.  The girls posed for pictures (it’s an inside joke for the troop: We love Marmots because the Troop won the “Marmot Award” five years in a row in the Reach for the Peak outdoor skills competition). 


The hike from the A-frame to the summit took us 3 hours. We made it back down in about 45 minutes, stopping along the way to gather some precious firewood.  There wasn’t much, but we collected what we could, knowing the night would be cold.  We correctly informed hikers still ascending of the actual time to the top, and as we got closer and closer to Timberline became fearful for hikers beginning the hardest part of their trek with night coming.

As we descended I kept hoping no one would be there to greet us at the A-frame.  It is a first come camping situation, and barely big enough for the six of us to set up our sleeping bags.  I hoped our leaving sleeping bags inside the shelter would “claim” it for us, but was unsure as to the protocol for such a situation.

Then I heard voices.  It seemed there were people at the site already, so I braced myself for the best way to handle the situation.  I mentally told myself confident and positive was best. 

As we rounded the corner and crossed the stream I saw what appeared to be a man wearing cotton sweats and a t-shirt crouched down beside the fire pit.  Inside the pit were 2 branches that had obviously just taken off a nearby pine tree, complete with short green needles and sap oozing from the branches.  He was holding a match under one of the green pine needles, trying to get it to catch.

I smiled warmly and shouted “Hello! We’re the ones sharing the site with you tonight.  It looks like you could use some help.  Do you mind if we help you start the fire?”

“Y-y-y-es, if you think you c-c-c-an do it” he stammered.  “I’m f-f-f-reezing over here, and c-c-c-an’t get it lit.”

“Ok, give us 10 minutes.  Ladies, start the fire.”

The girls dropped their gear near the A-frame and separated into two groups: One to start on the fire, the other to look for more of the scarce firewood (we hadn’t found very much, and would obviously need more).  Thomas helped the girls gather wood, and found some tinder and kindling under a nearby tree.


I wanted to get to know our fellow campers better, so I began asking questions.  Right away it was obvious something was wrong.  He started babbling.  It seem he had a gallon of water open and spill inside his pack 2 miles down the trail, but he kept hiking until he reached the A-frame.  His clothes were soaked, and due to the cold water, powerful wind and dropping temperatures, he was having a bad reaction. In addition he had a terrible headache.  His friend had one too, and was throwing up near the shelter.  

I saw this as a dreadful situation but a wonderful teaching opportunity.  “Girls” I said, “what do you think is going on here?”

They quickly assessed the situation.  The young man was obviously suffering from hypothermia:  His clothes were soaked, he had goose bumps all over his skin, he could barely walk, and he was chattering and stammering.  He also had a mild case of altitude sickness, and his friend more severe. 

The girls knew what to do:  get the young man out of his wet clothes and into a dry sleeping bag.  Did anyone have spare clothes he could wear?  The wet injured party did.  Apparently he was in shock as well, as he had been wearing his wet clothes even though he had dry ones in his pack.  The girls got the fire started, and treated one boy for altitude sickness, while I continued to ask the young man questions to keep him awake as he was warming himself up in his sleeping bag near the fire.

They were in more trouble than I had thought.  It seems they drove 8 hours from eastern Kansas (where they lived at 1000 ft elevation) the night before and arrived early that morning to hike the peak.  Neither he nor his friend (the one throwing up) had made it to the peak.  They were in High School, and had three other friends hiking with them, but got separated along the way.  At one point between Barr Camp and the A-frame they were so exhausted they slept beside the trail for a few hours (another sign of altitude sickness).

These two young men took a wrong turn but ended up finally finding the A-frame, so they figured they were ok because they made it where they were supposed to end up.  They had left their dinner (hamburgers) in the car, but at least they had water to drink (from the creek!).  At this point I was seriously wondering who had authorized this trip for these boys when one of the missing three showed up.  He had indeed also gotten lost, and was suffering from a pretty bad headache.  The girls treated him as well, and then began bandaging their own blisters. 

It was now starting to get dark.  These boys had no food and no tents, but they were getting along pretty well with the girls.  Well, the two who were awake with headaches and hypothermia were talking with the girls; the other boy had passed out inside a sleeping bag, and we all figured that was the best thing for him at the moment.  The girls set up a bag near him in case he needed to vomit again anytime soon.   

Troop 931 made the decision to share the A-frame and what food and filtered water we had with the boys.  Our new friends had been hiking all day with no food, and would need to eat something if they planned to hike down the mountain the next day.  The girls talked them out of hiking to the summit and taking the train down in the morning.  We got our freeze dried food, and brought out the backpacking stove to heat some water.  Just as we were finishing dinner their other two friends showed up. 

These “friends” were actually an adult male and female who were “supervising” the boys on the trip, but none of the party of 5 were related.  They had 5 apples and 5 brats in their bag, which was better than nothing but nowhere near enough in our opinion.  They also had a 2 man tent, which the two went to set up at a site nearby.  They seemed amused when the boys told them they left their food and gear in the car, and thanked the girls for treating the boys.

About half an hour later the woman cheerfully came back to the A-frame.  She had heard the girls were Girl Scouts, and wondered if they could help them start their fire.  They had a lighter and had been trying for half an hour, but couldn’t get it going.  At this point I need to mention the girls didn’t really pack much in the way of fire building materials.  We hadn’t expected a fire ring, and only brought a few supplies in case of an emergency.  The man was eager to help the Girl Scouts with the fire:  “Just tell me what I can do to help and I’ll do it!” he said, then asked them how to keep it going.

The girls quickly got the couple’s fire started as well.  As we were sitting there, I heard the woman say she didn’t know Girl Scouts did outdoor stuff, or that you could even be a Girl Scout in High School. She thought Girl Scouts was just about selling cookies. She also said she was “definitely buying lots of Girl Scout cookies” the next time she saw girls selling, and sincerely thanked the girls over and over again for their help. 

Back we went to the A-frame.  The girls re-assed the boys conditions, and noticed the ones who were awake were improving.  The other boy was still sleeping, but didn’t have a fever.  The girls decided to practice some Yoga to stretch their sore muscles from the climb and to prepare for the descent tomorrow.   We shared the fudge and celebrated our success as we watched the sun set and stars come out.   Together we pointed out landmarks and reflected on how awesome the whole experience had been.  We had to be the luckiest people alive to have this view at night.


Just after the sun went down, two soldiers from a nearby Army base came up to the A-frame.   The two had decided over breakfast to hike the peak, and headed out that afternoon.  They wanted to know how far it was to the summit. We strongly encouraged them to hike in the morning.  It was snowing on the peak, not to mention at least a 3 hour climb through difficult trail to get there.  “Well, we aren’t really convinced we can’t make it tonight” one of them said.  They didn’t seem to believe us, and kind of smirked when we told them of the difficulty.  We wished them luck and warmly let them know they were welcome to set up a tent anywhere nearby if they’d like. 

One hour later they were back from their attempt and setting up their tent (they had gone a little ways, began to believe us, and decided to turn back).  However, they couldn’t start their fire.  The girls were happy to help yet again!

Back in the A-frame things were starting to get fun.  The new friends were discussing books, High School classes and sports, and college prospects.  It was now about 10pm, and starting to get windy.  We put our fire out, and with one side completely open to the elements it immediately got very cold inside the A-frame.  This was not good for the boy still chilly but recovering in the sleeping bag, or anyone else for that matter:  It was supposed to be in the 20s on the peak that night.  The girls used their knot tying skills to attach a tarp over the opening, which kept out most of the wind, but unfortunately took away the view of the city below, and also the light.  The girls took the notorious water jug and attached a flashlight to the top, making the small light into a wonderful lantern, and brought out a deck of cards.


The group of teenage girls and boys were getting along pretty well.  At this point, I thought they were getting along a little too well.  Realizing I was the only real adult in this whole situation, and that most of their parents would be upset with the kids “sleeping together” no matter the extenuating circumstances, I decided to put my foot down with sleeping arrangements. The girls had their sleeping bags set up where their heads were facing one wall of the cabin, the boys on the other.  I was in the middle.  While I was really tired, I knew I should stay awake while the teenagers were awake, so I listened to them talk and have a really fun time comparing Kansas to Colorado until 2am, when they finally got to sleep.  By this time I was freezing, and unable to sleep myself, so I listened to the wind howling outside the shelter.  4am came, and along with it, some pretty powerful wind gusts.  One gust tore the rivet off the tarp, and with a loud and obnoxious crumpling and flapping sound started flailing noisily in the wind.  I am proud to say the knots the girls tied remained in place, even though the tarp had torn.  The tarp was replaced, and luckily that seemed to be the worst of the wind for the night.


The girls set the alarm for 6am so we could watch the sunrise, eat breakfast, pack up and go.  The two boys with headaches were doing much better, and wanted to pose for pictures with the girls.  The boy who had pretty severe altitude sickness was better but still miserable (he would be until he descended the mountain), and planned to sleep for a few more hours.  We briefed the adults on what to do for altitude sickness, gave them some supplies, and told them if the boys ended up getting sick in the near future to research Giardia.  They were very appreciative, thanked the girls over and over again, and let them know if it hadn’t been for them, they “probably wouldn’t have made it through the night.” 

The A-frame had been filthy when we arrived, so being Girl Scouts we decided to clean it up before we left.  Since it is quite a hike to reach the shelter from both the top and bottom of the trail, it is unlikely others would come to clean up the mess.  Luckily we had brought some trash bags along in our packs (in case of intense rain they work well as ponchos).  We filled the bags with empty water bottles, dirty plates and utensils, empty fuel canisters, socks, and other “trash” and decided to carry the bags from the shelter 9.5 miles down the mountain.

It took us about an hour to hike down to Barr Camp, where Liane was waiting for us, ready to go.  She had a fabulous time talking with dozens of hikers she met along the trail, and a peaceful night sleeping in a tent by the stream, watching a campfire of her own.  We had quite a few stories to share with her on the way down.  We couldn’t believe how many unprepared hikers we encountered.  They all agreed “someone should write a book about this trip, or make it into a movie!” 

We had 2 more miles to hike when Thomas yelled back to us “Come quick!  Ms Liane fell down!”  We rushed back up the trail to see that she had indeed taken a pretty hard fall, and was lying face down in the dirt.  She had lost her footing and was off balance due to the pack she was carrying (which gave momentum to her fall) and fell face forward down the trail.  We were all afraid she had broken something, but she assured us she had just fallen quite hard, landed on her nose (ouch!), hand, and knee, and while she was shaken up, nothing seemed to be broken.  Bruised pretty badly, but not broken.   Liane was a brave and excellent role model through the whole experience.  She handled the fall like a champ, didn’t complain, kept positive, and after cleaning her cuts we were on our way back down the trail, a little more cautious this time.


We made it to the parking lot at 11:30am, took a celebratory picture by the Barr Trail Sign, and headed home.  We were all exhausted, dirty, and smelly, but so proud of our accomplishments! 

The whole way home we would look at Pikes Peak and say ‘We were just there!” and “We climbed that!”  Every time we look at Pikes Peak we will think of the adventures we had this weekend, and how we conquered the mountain.

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