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East Portal is the eastern terminus of
the Moffat Tunnel, once the longest railroad (and water) tunnel in
the world (at 6.2 mi.). One day in January, I snowshoed onto the
South Boulder Creek Trail, following earlier ski tracks up into aspen
and fir. On either side, the snow was brilliant white, with smoothly
sculpted drifts broken only by scattered bunny tracks. At 1.2 mi., I
passed the well-used trail up to Forest Lakes and continued up the
creek.
The trail to Crater Lakes seems not to
be marked or used in the winter. I did find a trail broken through
the snow to the north and followed it up a steep fir-clad slope.
There was light snow-globe snow sifting down out of a gray-blue sky.
I came to a T-intersection, where my trail went a short distance to
the left, to broken rocky cliffs, and a longer distance to the right,
through deep soft snow, curving up, steeper and deeper. The tracks
stopped. I pushed a little farther, but progress was glacially slow.
Another day, I stayed on the S Boulder
Creek Trail and climbed to the SW. In the winter, without detailed
GPS markers, I can't begin to stay on a summer trail. I know it's
down there somewhere, but where, I don't know. I dutifully followed
past ski tracks, even as they left the creek and climbed the slopes
east of Haystack Mt. I emerged from the trees and crossed windswept
wastes. Powdery snow whipped up off the peak and off the Continental
Divide just a little farther west. Bright white clouds scudded across
a deep blue sky.
In the winter, I can't go as fast, I
can't depend on my trail, and I often don't arrive at any goal I
might have begun with. Today, I did come to an unnamed rise on the
north slopes of James Peak. I declared that height to be my
destination.


Snow sculptures.
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Someone built a classic igloo just off the trail.


Wind whipping snow off the back range.

Looking east from my high point.

Haystack Mt., just north of James Peak.
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