On the morning of Friday, September 1, my eyes opened to the blue interior of my tent and the beeping, annoying sound of my cell phone alarm. It took me a moment to realize exactly where I was and what I was supposed to be doing, then I quickly sat up and looked at the time. I was relieved to find that it was only 7:30 AM. I hadn't overslept, my tent was still intact and I was relatively warm. Most days I'd be content to lay there and slowly come to my senses, but most days I don't wake up in huge boulder field at approx. 13,000 feet

... and this...

It was a beautiful, clear, crisp morning and I was going to summit Longs Peak. Longs Peak is the reason I was in Colorado. I had set the summit of Longs Peak as my goal and then planned the rest of my trip around that goal. Everything I had already done in my trip was to prepare me for this day. So, I ate some Teddy Grahams for breakfast, put on my hiking clothes, gathered my gear, laced up my boots and I was ready to go. I went to the little hole in the rocks that Boulder Brook was gurgling out of (literally) to fill up my water bottle filter and set my sights on the Keyhole.
As I began the trek across the boulderfield, however, I began to feel absolutely horrible. Now I'm one of those people that generally does not function in the morning. I don't like to talk to people until I wake up, which is generally around lunch time. A lot of early mornings I don't feel that great for whatever reason, but I began to feel REALLY bad. It was like I was at high altitude for the first time all over again. I had a throbbing headache and was experiencing some major nausea. Plus, climb up the boulderfield to the Keyhole is not exactly easy and it was really cold.
There is very little "trail"; most of the way you're boulder hopping. I was getting pretty worried that if I didn't get to feeling better, I wouldn't be able to summit. But I just kept pressing on, focusing on the the next rock, looking for the easiest way up. I was going slow, but the Keyhole was getting closer, which was encouraging.

I finally made it to the Agnes Vailles shelter, which was a pretty cool little place.

And then up to the Keyhole.





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