Two years ago I went to the Buffalo Peaks Wilderness.
I remember it being a pleasant area.
Reminding me more of parts of Maine than Colorado.
As I was looking for a place to backpack this coming weekend, I remember that ridge line I wanted to hike.
Looking at the maps, the ridge line beckoned even more.
Two 13k foot peaks? With no trail to reach them? Sounded great.
Throw in some fall color, elks bugling and a mix of cross-country, single track and old jeep road walking and it ended up being a great trip. Short and sweet.
I immediately walked upon a carpet of aspen leaves from the start. The wonderful damp and almost sweet smell of the wet leaves were in the air.
I was perhaps a week past peak color, but it was still beautiful.
I soon left the single track and followed old jeep track that petered out.
Continued to follow a logical line of travel and made it to tundra.
I was camped at the cusp of treeline just below West and East Buffalo peaks.
The elks were bugling in the cool night air.
I woke up to glorious fall morning. How else to describe it?
I soon reached the ridge line and made my way to the summit of West Buffalo Peak. I could see some of the Collegiate 14ers in the distance.
The ridge between East and West Buffalo Peaks was hiked.
I am not much of a peak bagger so I slabbed around the summit when I was about five-hundred feet below it. It made more sense for my route rather than hike to the top.
A small tarn was reached just below treeline. East Buffalo was above.
I continued my cross-country route. Single track was joined about two-miles from my vehicle.
I had one last look to East Buffalo a mere five minutes from the trail head. A great way to wrap up the trip!
The drive back was uneventful and major Sunday traffic was avoided.
A perfect 24 hours in the wilderness area.