While we were in Colorado we decided to drive up Pike's Peak. Nothing really exciting happened on the way up, but on the way down we got out and walked around a little while. Bryan and I started to run up this hill that we were right by, and by the time we got to the top we were not running anymore. I mean we were barely moving. Oh, and by the way we only went to the 13 mile marker. The rest was blockaded. The road crews had had a few windows blown out by rocks picked up by the wind. And I picked up a nice rock full of quartz.