Who said you couldn’t hike in a pair of Sweet Classic Highs?

Chief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeclimbingINcolorado19Chief Mountain / for the love of nikeChief Mountain / for the love of nikeHiking without knowing where the heck you’re going is my one of my favorite things to do (ill-advised though it may be). On my last trip to Colorado, the game plan was to drive toward some tall mountains and see what happened. We ended up in Idaho Springs, a quaint old mining town, then winded our way even higher up towards a few trails.

All I wanted was to get to a peak, and peak we did on Chief Mountain. It was breathtaking with otherworldly rock formations and sweeping views. I just stood there and watched a storm roll in. It was perfect–a sight I’ll never forget.