Circumstances prevented me from getting out much in February and March. By the second half of April, I was starved for a bit of fresh mountain air. A ludicrously early start from Boulder put me at the Glacier Gorge Trailhead an hour before the sunrise. I approached the Loch just as the sun lit the mountains above the lake. It was one of those clear-sky-no-wind mornings that one gets used to in Colorado. After a short break to take photographs, I crossed the lake and ascended into a basin below Andrews Glacier. There was noone around. Just soaring peaks, glittering snow everywhere, the sun and me. I cherish these moments. I was back at home for lunch.
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