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I had already been in CO for almost 4 days and so the altitude did not bother me too much. Take it slow and bring water and bug repellent. You can park at the HWY pullout and have a little hike. Recommend to do just the first mile, because of great views.
Can be slippery when wet and you should have good shoes.
This was one of our better hikes, tough in section but giving one sufficient views on the Swiss like mountains with several opportunities to hike on several trails. By far the most challenging trail in the area. Scenery is amazing and well worth the drive.
View trail paths on the map Save trails to your account Add trails, edit descriptions Share photos Add reviews. First Name Invalid first name format. We did this trail, part by part, so that we could make it almost halfway. This fund reimburses counties for large costs associated with backcountry rescues such as helicopter air lifts. We loved it though! Rode both the south Ridgway and north Montrose ends of trail.
Make sure you wither are an experienced driver or have someone to guide you through the passes. Longer trucks need more time and patience to do the trail. We weren't able to stay longer than 3 days in Ouray. This hike was a recommendation, and we were so glad we did it!
The views were great around every bend. Definitely go on a clear day, you can see the red mountains and Ouray The trailhead is across the road from the parking area. It starts uphill immediately, so you won't have time to warm up your core gradually. There is slate on part of the trail and it A bit rocking in places, but great views.
It is in part narrow trail with a far dropoff, but be mindful and sobor and you will be fine on this trail.
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We only went as far as the little bridge before This is a really odd, interesting and rewarding route. It starts by hiking up over a tunnel the highway runs through, climbs up through shale, then suddenly turns to quartzite, contours under massive cliffs, above a wild creek, and takes you up to cool old Loved this trail despite my fear of exposure - a trail blasted into the side of a rock cliff. Wonderful views of the gorge and the mountain range to the west. Keep an eye open to the cliffs on the south side where you can Flights Vacation Rentals Restaurants Things to do.
All of your saved places can be found here in My Trips. Log in to get trip updates and message other travelers. Bear Creek National Recreation Trail. Reviewed 3 weeks ago. Reviewed July 25, Beginning at an elevation of 7, feet and ending at 9, feet, this eight-mile, easy-to-moderate trail allows hiking, horseback riding and trail biking as the only forms of transportation. High above it a large hawk soared on the gossamer tendrils of hidden air currents. A small herd of antelope, startled by the passing coach, bolted for the safety of the distant hills. Reaching the edge of the valley the team of horses and its wooden conveyance surged up the first of the small hills leading to the mountains.
The horses laid into their harness as if there was a devil flying over them. Behind them, partially hidden by the cloud of dust, came riders. The exact number was in doubt, but something that was not in question, was the fact that those riders who were visible through the dust were brandishing guns. Puffs of white smoke emerged, from time to time, testifying to the truth of it.
The driver of the stage occasionally looked back over his shoulder, only to return to using his whip more fiercely, if that were possible, over the horses. The crooked road was causing the vehicle to sway precariously as they skidded around the curves and jounced over the uneven terrain. The man with the reins showed his experience as he whipped and guided his six horses through the tortuous road.
Men leaned out of both sides of the stage, their deadly guns in their hands, shooting back toward the partially hidden riders. Inside, the passengers who were not fortunate enough to have a window to hang onto were being flung from side to side as the perilous journey continued.
Of course, one, being objective about it all, might argue the point of those being near the window being fortunate, at all. From their point of view, the sound of the occasional blue whistler was not at all reassuring. The passengers were a mixed lot, which was not at all unusual in this part of the Territory of Colorado.
There had been four men, but one man was with them, only in body, but not in spirit. His spirit had moved away the moment that his heart had absorbed a bullet from an accurately aimed rifle gun. One of the men sat in the forward facing seat, holding on to his wife, trying to keep them both from being tossed onto the floor at the feet of the other seated passengers.
He was a fashionably dressed elderly man and running a little to the plump side of the scale. He was well shaven except for a longhorn moustache that was drawn to two needle like points, and heavily waxed to keep its shape. On top of his vest, visible through his partially open topcoat, was a looped gold chain, ornate in appearance, and obviously expensive. Underfoot lay a tall stovepipe hat, much the worse for being the recipient of many feet, and it now lay under the unmoving body on the floor.