Flatirons - the clue should be in the name. Unfortunately it isn't. These deceptively titled craggy peaks are the closest hills to Boulder and so rise quickly from the Colorado plain. We were looking for a short walk between checking out of the hotel and catching the airport bus and we found it! The only trouble being that it was sharp as well.
But it was worth it. There was none of the up-down-up-again nonsense of our first walk. Here it was your straight ascent/descent, with nice switchbacks, scree slopes, and stunning views. Even the top was pleasant, with no flies and plenty of rocks for the obligatory heroic poses. A cheese sandwich picnic later and we started down, which was surprisingly a lot quicker than going up.
Now I'm sitting in lovely Denver airport with its free wi-fi and full range of amenities, awaiting our flight. Big thunderstorms are predicted for this evening so we'll see if we get out of here, but the usual extreme weather that accompanies us on trips has stayed away so far...
On the third day our resolve gave out.
Pretty flowers.
Yet another day, yet another trail.
The not-even-slightly-Flatirons.
Sloping upwards.
David at the cliff face.
High-fliers (one, anyway...)
The view from the top.
Mountain woman.
And I didn't even have to fake it this time!
