What Were They Thinking - Adventure in a Colorado Wilderness with Three 12 Year Olds
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Title: Adventures in the Colorado Wilderness: Three 12-Year-Olds on Their Own
Summary:
What were their parents thinking? Three 12-year-old friends embark on an adventurous journey through Colorado's West Elk Wilderness, navigating trails, camping, and fishing.
Article:
Reflecting on that summer over 40 years ago, I’m still amazed. My friends Steve, Larry, and I were just 12 when we were dropped off on a rainy day at a muddy trail off Highway 135 in Colorado, near Kebler Pass. Our mission? Navigate through the West Elk Wilderness, cross Swampy and Castle Passes at 11,086 feet, and emerge at Coal Creek beyond Paonia Reservoir.
To this day, I wonder: what inspired our parents to let three 12-year-olds embark on such an adventure through the rugged backcountry? We spent three days camping, fishing, and setting up trailside camps, all while fretting about bears and losing our way. It’s hard to imagine today’s parents feeling comfortable doing the same.
I’ve often asked friends and family how they feel about it, and the consensus is clear?"times have changed. Back then, we were always outside, exploring on our bikes from morning until hunger or nightfall called us home. It was a world less burdened by fears of kidnapping and safety hazards, with less media frenzy over every incident.
Steve, despite his age, was a seasoned backpacker. That seemed enough for our parents, who must have either trusted us completely or worried in silence.
Our adventure began with soaked feet and muddy clothes as we trudged through rain-drenched tall grass towards Swampy Pass. The first night's camp was a wet huddle in foggy meadows. By day two, the sun had dried our gear, and we crossed Swampy and Castle Passes, enjoying a campfire that night.
An unsettling noise outside our tents stirred panic, but hoof marks suggested deer, not bears, had passed through. Imaginations can run wild in the dark.
The third day arrived under a bright sky, with the Beckwith Peaks standing proud to the north. The fishing was legendary, with nearly every cast a success. We reached the headwaters of Little Robinson Creek and quickly met our limits, setting up camp for one final night.
Steve’s culinary skills turned fresh trout cooked over a campfire into an unforgettable meal. Exhaustion granted us a deep sleep, overriding any fears of wildlife.
The next morning, refreshed, we prepared for the last leg of our trek. Our route followed Little Robinson Creek to the rendezvous point at an old abandoned ranch house. Spirits were high as we set out under a clear sky, the Beckwith Mountains a majestic backdrop.
Yet, the joy was tinged with the memory of that final, grueling, hot, dusty stretch. Though not a disaster, the pain in our legs and feet left a lasting imprint. That experience now inspires my preparation, ensuring good gear and endurance training for future adventures.
Today, we might also consider comfortable base camps in nearby Gunnison or Crested Butte, as found at Colorado Wilderness Tours.
Looking back, I still marvel at our parents’ decision to send us on that 30-mile wilderness journey, equipped with little more than worn tennis shoes and basic backpacks. It was indeed a different world back then?"a world to cherish.
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