Take a Trek

Day 22: Cowlorodo

Jay Creek Rd to Upper Razor Trail
Day: 20.8 Miles
Trip: 301.8 Miles

Bastard Sherpa, Diptop, and Sprout originally had a fourth member of their party, but she dropped out because of a strained tendon, stubbed toe, or some other such thing. They called themselves The Fab Four, a title that become unfitting, when their group was reduced to three. I’m not sure what the triplets calls themselves now. Judging from Bastards Sherpa’s antics, The Three Stooges may be a suitable group name.


Morning commute

Late in the morning, I climb into a meadow that’s home to a number of cows. From afar, I watch them, chew the grass, moo, and flap their tales in the wind. I can’t help myself from belting out my best cow impersonation. Far ahead of me, I see Bastard Sherpa stop in the trail, turn towards the herd of heifers, and do the same. How many of the hikers that come through here do this, I wonder. Is it possible to hike past a bunch of cows, while moderately bored, and restrain from mooing into the wind?


Ladies of the land

The trail meanders high into the meadow, and we find Diltop standing beside a lone tree, drying out gear that was dampened by last nights condensation. The rest of us follow suit, as it’s close to noon and stomaches have to be appeased. Like the cows that we observe in the distance, we dwell in the grass, socialize, and graze. I’ve never compared myself to a heifer before. It’s udderly ridiculous.


Grazing with the cows

As the day goes on, water sources become infrequent. It’s been fifteen miles, since the last time I filled my water bottles, and I’m desperately looking forward to a landmark that my guide calls Razor Creek. I round a bend in the trail, and discover a startling sight: cows. There are cows everywhere and, like myself, they’ve been disturbed by a an unexpected presence. I’m being stared down and mooed at, by dozens of heifers. Unlike earlier in the day, I haven’t the audacity to talk back.


Razor Creek

The sight of so many four-legged mammals, grazing in the grass, delivers me to an awful conclusion. Life cannot be sustained without water, and there is a ton of life wandering around this place. I’m looking at Razor Creek, my first water source in fifteen miles and the last one I’m going to see until tomorrow afternoon. I’ve never put so much faith into a water filter. This is going to be gross.


Heifer photo bomb