Pikes Peak Highway

This morning Barbara, Toby and I took the 19 mile drive up the Pikes Peak Highway to the summit of Pikes Peak. As those of you know, who have read my previous posts, the summit of Pikes Peak is my favorite place in the world. Up there I feel alive, relaxed and at home. Maybe I’m suffering from altitude sickness, who knows, but I love it up there. Maybe this is what John Denver meant by Rocky Mountain High? The vistas are amazing and the air is crisp and clear. It doesn’t get any better than this. I read somewhere once that if you want to see God, climb to the top of a mountain. As some of you know I have climbed this peak twice and would like to do it one more time, but I don’t believe my 65 year old body is up to the task. That’s okay because the memories of my climbs have lasted a lifetime.

Unfortunately, today the 14,115 foot altitude didn’t agree with Barbara. She got out of the truck at the summit and immediately felt lite headed. So while she rested with Toby in the truck I walked around the summit, took some photos and enjoyed the view. Take a look!