So my buddy John (with the yellow jeep) called me last week about taking another run at Pomeroy with some friends of his coming into town from Oklahoma. Kinda short notice and I had to work that Saturday too. By the time I got to the trail it was going to be 3:00-3:30. Meaning I probably won't be able to go after the cutthroat or grayling in the lake kinda late, but I'm still getting seat time.
John's youngest son wanted to run but, no room in the Jeep with the rear seat out so I said he could ride along with me. Tony ended up meeting me at work and I decided to take one of my dogs with me to get her more used to riding off road. The dog got to hold tight with me covering the parts dept and everybody got a kick having a pooch at the shop.
We boogied out of town quickly and hit the trail pretty much when I expected to. We were hitting some of the aspens at peak color too in the valley just out of St. Elmo.
We pulled up to the base of the trail for Pomeroy and came across this little gem. Doors had the name "Lion's Den Mine". I know it's in use as it wasn't there a month ago when we were up there. Little K10 is rough but still making a living for somebody.
Nothing nutty on the trail so I didn't take many pictures on the way up. There was a Pinzgauer riding my ass up most of the way. Didn't snap a pic though.
Camped at the same spot we did last time. Fine tuning the camp setup and can admit anything less than level in the camper makes sleeping challenging. In this pic I was about 4 degrees from level, sloped to the front. Didn't think it was much, but a slick sleeping bag had gravity pulling my ass to the front all night long.
Came back down Sunday and Shane with the red jeep wanted to try Hancock pass since he left early on the last run we did up here. We agreed but we would just go up and back. Dropping down the back side would have another half day's ride to get back to St. Elmo. Waiting for Shane to catch up coming down Pomeroy.
Storm the doggo found a comfy spot on the bench to ride on.
Summit of Hancock pass, 12,140 feet above sea level.
It was a simple run, no crazy hard stuff. Just some fall wheeling in Colorado.