My masochistic hiker spirit rejoiced. My pain soared to the heights. My dramamongering was piqued.
Honestly, though, be warned....
The High Plains Trail in Superior, Colorado might be a fun biking trail but it ain't for hiking. Calling it a trail is a stretch - it's a rut. It destroyed a new pair of walking shoes. The same model of WalMart shoes lasted me five years of serious hiking and one hike on the High Plains wrecked them. Then there was what it did to my feet!.
I didn't feel like so much of a wimp when I decided to rest a while at the Coalton Trailhead and I was talking to a lady who was training for a Ironman Triathlon and overheard her talking to her partner on the phone. She called the trail "brutal". If "brutal" was good enough for Ironman Woman, it's quite good enough for me.
The hike was great though. The first leg, the Coalton Trail begins at the western edge of Superior and cuts across the high plains between Boulder and Broomfield. It's a nice, broad dirt track. The only demanding part is the rise up Davidson Mesa:
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The draw is the views of the Flatirons:
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The trail ends at highway 128 right across from the Boulder Alternative Energy Research unit at Rocky Flats (I carried a dosimeter, by the way. It didn't wiggle.) A short roadwalk brought me down to the Flatirons Vista trailhead, which ended with this spectacular view:
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I hear that this trail is great in the spring for wildflowers.
When I started back, I decided on trying something different, and thereby was my downfall. I decided to take the High Plains trail which wound crazily through cow pastures, which was not a trail but was a rut, which went through areas that resembled a glacier terminal moraine, which was referred to by the Ironwoman as "brutal", and which destroyed a pair of shoes (I honestly didn't believe that to be a possibility. I've never had a trail eat my shoes before.)
About half way back to the Coalton Trail I decided to get off that tortuous trail and get back on some nice, ankle pounding asphalt, so I took the first farm road I found. A friendly runner gave me a ride back to the other end of the Coalton Trail. I think he thought I wouldn't make it all the way back up Coalton.
Anyway, I spent the next couple of hours recuperating - I wasn't supposed to hook up with my ride until he got off work - and then I took the city trail (Rock Creek Trail) back up to WalMart where my ride was just getting off shift.
All in all, a great hike but that one High Plains leg was a serious miscalculation.
Even though, if you do have a masochistic bent and you're ever in the neighborhood.....
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