Unshaven and just barely qualifying as clean after 8 days in the mountains, Pete and I showed up for the 8am departure from Ouray on a couple tour Jeeps for Yankee Boy Basin with the rest of the small wedding party.
 |
Hiking and climbing friends, immediate family from both sides and a few older friends of Sarah’s and Dominic’s gathered in the alpine for this wedding.
 |
Our Jeep of mostly hikers and climbers found some amusement from the driver’s explanations of ice climbing, mountain weather and avalanches meant for a typical tourist. The ceremony itself was just the right length and in a great spot with rushing creeks behind.
 |
Below us, the tail end of the Hardrock 100 mile race was passing by with runners already on the move for over 27 hours. The wildflowers were beautiful as were the views. I was probably the only member of the hiker group who hadn’t been up here yet.
 |
Clouds began to build and we all started down, with our driver again giving us the tourist route through some old mines when we all wanted to hurry to the reception and avoid the rain that soon came.
