Mt. Belford is one of the Collegiate Peaks of the Sawatch range, sitting among Harvard, Yale, Princeton, etc.... I'd never heard of Belford University before. Apparently it's in Texas.
|Yet another pic with cardboard and the hat|
Some clouds were moving in, but they looked to be blowing away from us, so Chaco had talked me into making the extra trek to Oxford. Once on the summit, we found a couple of canisters held to the rocks with cables and containing logs we could sign.
|Checking out the register on top of Mt. Oxford|
As we sat and scarfed some snack sustenance for the descent, another hiker joined us. I was beginning to wonder why we were the only ones there, so with this guy, I was able to stop wondering. We had seen him on Belford where he'd asked if we'd seen his buddy, who was wearing a huge backpack, and was easy to spot and remember. We told this guy (never got his name) where we'd last seen Backpack guy.
Apparently, when Backpack guy arrived at Belford, he was less than thrilled to continue on to Oxford, what with that big old backpack and all. So Denver (let's just call the guy "Denver" since that's where he was from) decided to hike to Oxford by himself, then rejoin the buddy on the way back (gotta go back to Belford to get down).
|Chaco'd made a sign for Oxford too, complete with date.|
How could I say, no?
Chaco took the lead with me close behind and Denver right behind me. We could see a big cloud moving our way with the wind. The cloud filled in the whole valley as we looked over the edge of the trail. Then it covered us and became fog instead of a cloud.
Right? Fog is a cloud that you're in??
Anyway, the fog was very cool and a bit surreal and spit graupel at us. I was glad I'd bothered to carry my windbreaker and put it on atop Oxford. As we made it back to the summit of Belford, I looked back for Denver - the guy, not the city. Didn't see him. Where'd he go??
I wasn't really that worried about him as he is probably in his mid 20s and seemingly quite fit. During our conversation, he'd told us that Oxford was his 18th fourteener, so this is something he does regularly.
But we never saw him again. And I'm still wondering.