Mike and I go back a long ways. We’ve been on-and-off adventure partners after meeting up in Kentucky in the distant past (15 years ago as best I can remember). We hike large portions of the Appalachian Trail together in bits and pieces, often at night and/or in the winter and various other miscellaneous fun. No matter how tough and game I am, Mike is always tougher. He’s good that way.
Mike was in Colorado last week for some work-related things, but managed to spend a few days at Chez Dan4th and we squeezed in a few mini-adventures. We haven’t done much since we both took up trail running, so it was fun to take him on a little jaunt up a very ice Gregory Canyon and around my usual haunts on Flagstaff Mountain. For a guy who flew in at midnight from sea level, he didn’t have much trouble keeping up.
We also managed some fun the next weekend with a nice 7 mile jaunt around Louisville (still windy) and an ice-climbing-became-snowshoeing expedition to RMNP (yup, still windy).