North Cheyenne Cañon Park | Colorado Springs, Colorado
We picked out the day’s hike after breakfast: Mount Cutler Trail in North Cheyenne Cañon. We quickly got dressed, readied our backpacks with extra layers, snacks, and water, and headed for the mountains in our trusty Wrangler. We drove in via Gold Camp Road and stopped at the overlook where Andy asked me to marry him almost 11 years ago. We exchanged a quick kiss at our special spot and continued along the dirt road.
At last, we entered the park. We drove down into the canyon and found parking near the trailhead. Daddy, Luke, and I each ate a banana, pulled on our backpacks, and headed up the trail with Annie in tow.
We filled the surrounding forest with laughs, toddler shrieks, and dog barks. Luke rode on Daddy’s back as I snapped photos behind them. We played an epic game of “Mommy face,” which consisted of me groaning like a zombie and Luke and Daddy and Annie enthusiastically running ahead to get away.
We slowly made our way up the trail, huffing and puffing under the weight of our respective riders, Daddy’s on his back and mine in my belly. We stopped for a breather at each overlook and admired the stunning views. After some time, we reached the trail junction for Mount Muscoco to the right, and continued to the left for the summit of Mount Cutler.
Luke asked to get down and hike on his own, so Andy let him out of the carrier and held his hand as we navigated the trail winding up the side of the mountain. Luke insisted on scrambling over the solid rock as we hiked. As we neared the summit, Seven Falls came into view in the valley below.
We hiked through the last bit of forest and came to the top of Mount Cutler. We peered over the edges then sat down together for a quick snack of apples and granola. Luke and Andy scrambled over some more rocks and looked over the edge to the valleys surrounding the peak.
After our short break, we started back down the mountain. The way down took much less time than the way up, as it usually does, but especially because Daddy, Luke, and Annie ran most of the way down in an another epic game of “Mommy face.” I laughed behind them, watching the looks they earned running down the trail.
The temperature started to drop as the clouds rolled in. The chill in the air and the few leaves left on the trees and bushes made the hike back down especially nice.
It wasn’t long before we arrived back at the trailhead. We popped the trunk and sat in the back of the Jeep to enjoy our victory chocolate milk and cheese sticks, as is custom for us after a hike. After we finished, we loaded everything up and headed out of the canyon and back into the city, smiles plastered across our faces from our lovely Sunday morning hike.