Last week, I mentioned that we drove to the top of Pike’s Peak for my birthday and today, I am sharing the pictures with you. First of all, let me say that my tradition of doing shit at great heights when I am actually scared is continuing. A couple years ago, we went on a helicopter tour, which also scared me but was still pretty cool. This was the same, the drive up was easy until you get to the halfway point and then, it was hairpin turns and me, clutching the seat and looking into the van rather than out.
We stopped at the Glenn-Cove in to go to the bathroom and then we ventured up the tricky part. Hubs had commented how easy the drive was and quickly decided that he was wrong. We also felt a little light-headed when we got out of the car so we were both kind of nervous driving up this crazy road. The day was a little overcast so it was nice and cool, we kept our windows open and the a/c off (as per the ranger’s instructions) and made our way to the summit.
When we got to the top, we parked and Hubs joked that he hoped he wouldn’t pass out because the air was thin. And then he got out and tripped in a hole, making a loud noise and I thought he actually did pass out. I said “well, we live here now. I am not driving down that shit.” Luckily, he was fine. We got a rare chance to take a non-selfie picture of ourselves and then explored the summit. There’s a store that sells donuts that smelled amazing but none for this gluten-free gal. Plus the line was out the door because the train that runs up the mountain was also there. Ah well.
After walking around the summit and taking some pictures, we hunted down the America the Beautiful plaque. I never realized that the “purple mountains” were the Pike’s Peak range so that’s kind of cool. After about 20 minutes, we drove back down. The park ranger told us not to burn out our brake and Hubs did so good, he didn’t push on the accelerator the entire time. There were 3 cars in front of us, riding their breaks. At the inn, there is a mandatory brake check and all three had to pull off for a break because they were overheated but not us, we got to continue on down. Whoop!
Now that we’ve driven to the top, we can check it off our bucket list. I still want to do the train with the kids but that thing is forever sold out. Maybe at Christmas and then they can see Santa too.