When
we first moved to Boulder Colorado in 1968, we were blown away by the forest
and trails of Flagstaff Mountain. Flagstaff was not rugged and
inaccessible, but small, round and friendly; right there adjacent to
town. A city street is suddenly switchbacks.
It’s
an open Colorado kind of forest with an unobstructed view. Besides the
road, hiking trails lead from town to the top. Longer challenges snake
off into more remote terrain. In 1968 I wanted to hike every step of
every trail. I think I did. In 1968 I was blown away. I still
am.
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