{"id":9334,"date":"2014-03-22T02:43:02","date_gmt":"2014-03-21T15:43:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thedesertecho.com\/blog\/?p=9334"},"modified":"2014-03-25T06:06:30","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T19:06:30","slug":"through-the-mountains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thedesertecho.com\/blog\/through-the-mountains\/","title":{"rendered":"Through the mountains to Leadville"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nL<\/fancyletter>ight faded, we were in the snow with 14teener mountains all around. In the lowlit mountains I felt like I was in a snow globe, nothing beyond the mountains that went on forever into eternity. Dreams of camping were laughable, finally we began to descend, but still at 10,000 feet we didn’t want to risk it, we stopped at a hostel in Leadville just as night closed like a fist around us. Cars we passed were buried to their windscreens in snow. The hostel was a funny old place, eccentric and warm. The bedrooms underground and windowless, toilets closed off with pink ruffled curtains and everywhere decorated with shamrocks for St Patrick’s Day. There was a large group of retirees preparing for a hike with wine and beer, they were kind too, chatting while we cooked and donating hommous and corn chips, the very luxuries we had gone without at our last grocery shop. Warm and safe we slept like rocks.\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n


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