We left the house at 4:00 am to hike the 14er (14,000+ elevation) Mt. Sherman. What a sight to see; gold and silver mines in Leadville that have been abandoned over the past 100 years. There are no markers for the trails. We hiked over 13,000 ft. like mountain goats. We walked past old mine shafts as far up as we hiked! How in the world did they build those shafts so high up?! We saw square-head nails and 4-sided nuts around the shafts. Mac said blacksmiths made the nails back in the pioneer days.

As we ascended sometimes our feet would slip on the trail where it was narrow and steep with loose rocks. We kept low and slow while placing our hands on secure rocks. When we made it to almost 13, 000 feet thick clouds started rolling in and a huge rock slide covered the last steepest part. We decided it was too dangerous. As we turned around, the view was absolutely stunning!  

On our way back down, Mac said 10 times: “The is the last of the worst part.” Every time he said that, my heart skipped a beat realizing we had to go back through some tough stuff! So Mac would tell me to keep my eyes on his feet and step where he stepped. That really helped to slow my breathing down and not look down at where we still had to go. Through the scary parts, as I would choose the rock to place my hand on to take the next step, I thanked God for that strong and secure rock. He kept us safe all the way back down.

As we got back in the Jeep and looked back at the mountain we had traveled, we shook our heads in amazement at the majesty of those mountains. Then we headed to Buena Vista to K’s Dairy for a hamburger and hot fudge sundae to celebrate our adventure.

We told our son, Heath, how surprised we were how difficult the trail was. After he saw our pictures, he said, “You hiked up Mt. Sheridan instead of Mt. Sherman!” Lesson learned: we need to do more research and talk to those who’ve gone before us before attempting again. I know one thing is for sure; another climb is in our future to try to summit Mt. Sherman.