The other weekend Gil and I braved the cold and awoke before sunrise. We made our way to Chautauqua, at the base of the flatirons, and proceeded to work our way up.

The hike was gratifying, despite bumping my head on a rock and developing a bump the size of a golf ball.

The view was quite worth it. Wedged between two rocks, we ate our cheese sticks and peanuts and soaked up the sun before heading back down.

After making it off the mountain, Gil and I went to the Farmer’s Market and got some delicious (and over-priced) breakfast before returning to campus and crashing in bed. It was a wonderful last morning hike before the snow came and covered everything in white!