Last Dollar Mountain

I had Tuesday off and I had grand plans of climbing a 13er and enjoying the day with Sprocket. I slept though two alarms.

Rather than be frustrated at getting too late of a start to do what I’d planned, I quickly made a new plan, one that perhaps better acknowledged my deep weariness but also nodded to my need for some mountains. We drove to the top of Last Dollar Road and then made our way to the top of Last Dollar Mountain, 11,120′.

The hike was short, just about a half mile to the top, and although steep by non-San Juan standards, we fairly easily attained the ridge. My pup and I spent about twenty minutes marveling at the Wilson group, smiling at the sound of an airplane leaving Telluride beneath us, and just having a little cuddle.

Our summit wasn’t anything overly grand and RuthXJ did most of the work but it was exactly what I needed to remind me of just why I live in Ridgway.

Last Dollar Road: Hastings Mesa

Saturday morning Sprocket and I headed out to get in a bit of an adventure before the snow blew in. (As it turns out, it held out until Sunday mid-day and then it hit but that’s a story for tomorrow.) We drove out to the end of winter maintenance on Last Dollar Road and headed out for a jaunt along the road. Last Dollar is fairly heavily used by snowmobiles so I didn’t even need to use my snowshoes as we ambled along the road, enjoying the view.

Last Dollar Road is a fun place with views towards the Wilsons (and yes, I totally think, “I’ve climbed those!” when I look over there) and Lone Cone:

And then you look on the western flanks of the Sneffles Range at North Pole Peak and it’s brethren:

As we were heading back to the trailhead, it appeared clouds were gathering but it felt so good to be out wandering with Sprocket.