The last time we visited White Ranch, we had gone in from the western entrance which is further up in the foothills. At that time, I saw there was an eastern entrance off of Hwy 93.
So, when I wanted to go for a trail run one day, I thought of White Ranch. My assumption was that the first mile and a half of the trail would be in the flatlands between Hwy 93 and the foothills. Wrong! The trail was a slow, and progressively steeper, climb up into the hills. My other challenge on this trail run was that I went on a gorgeous day, but shortly after snowfall. If the trail wasn’t covered in snow or ice, it was thick with mud. Why is it that mud-running can make you feel like a kid again? Thick, sloppy mud splattering up my shins and making those funny squishing/sucking sounds…maybe it’s just fun to jump in mud puddles at any age?
A week or two later, Andy wanted to see that same section in White Ranch with me, so we went for a hike. It was quite a bit drier, so I had to chuckle when he thought it was muddy.
It’s a pretty area (and I just love how close it is) with views of Golden, pretty homes, and a couple reservoirs. But once you get up and around the hills, all you see are hills. A quick trip to solitude and quiet.
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