Climbing the Incline is Perfectly Legal

These are pictures from my climb in late October 2012

The Incline

I climbed the Incline today (October 25, 2012). You won't be around Colorado Springs very long before you hear about "The Incline."  People speak about it in hushed tones, and they never mention it unless followed by "I do it every day/week/whatever in (impossibly short amount of time)." Climbing the Incline used to be illegal, but it became so common that the city worked out a deal with the owners of the land to allow people to use it.

The herd is thickest at the bottom

I don't mean to belittle those who do The Incline.  It is a truly forbidding climb.  It's just one of those things in Colorado, which certain groups of very enthusiastic outdoors types use as a kind of measuring stick on whether they are worthy.  It's kind of like fire-walking, the pay-off is in saying you do it, not really in doing it - though I'm sure the real hardcore types get a rush from mastering it.

What is The Incline?  It is a set of umpteen amount of railroad ties cut into the side of a mountain in Manitou (off Ruxton Street - just go there and park wherever, you'll see The Incline from the street) that forms a sort of stairway.  It goes practically straight up in most places, with very, very few places to stop and rest.  It rises about 2000 feet in a couple of miles.  There is a sign at the beginning saying that this is an "extreme trail."  It's kind of like the Bataan Death March; once you start, you either finish it or you fall by the wayside.

Never having done The Incline, I still had it in the back of my mind because I have heard about it so much.  I just needed a spark to set out and conquer it.  That happened the other day, when I was getting a haircut.  The young lady wielding the shares mentioned it out of the blue.  Incline enthusiasts tend to do that, it's not like the weather or something that everybody brings up in the normal course of the day.  "It's supposed to rain tomorrow, and I'm glad I did the Incline yesterday."  Doesn't usually go like that.

Colorado Springs

I noted jokingly that I had heard that some people were insane and could do the thing in 45 minutes, and of course she soon let slip that she herself could get up and down in an hour.  That is an insane pace, and if you're not actually running up it (which she denied doing), you're sure running back down.  Now, she is by far not the first one to brag about her prowess on the Incline.  I worked with a guy who, virtually every time he saw me, would tell me about his most recent adventure on it.  Why?  Who knows?  That was just his thing, he associated me with The Incline for who knows what reason.

Anyway, back to the haircut.  She got me thinking.  The weather currently is turning quickly toward winter (I did this on October 19, 2012), so it basically was do it now or wait six months (I'm not climbing it for the first time in snow or ice or 30 degree weather, no sir).  I decided just to do the damn thing.  Right now.

Very pretty light during the late afternoon

I procrastinated all day, and finally got there a little before 5 p.m.  It certainly was not an ideal time to start out by any means, especially  with full sunset coming well before 7 p.m.  However, I knew if I put it off, the weather might turn, and I would have to re-motivate myself.  Who knows, it could even snow.  Colorado is funny like that.  So, I just decided, damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead.  You know, "just do it."

Some people run up this - good for them - not me

I parked a bit away from the start, down a steep hill, so I already was a bit out of breath even before I got to the trail itself (there's a parking lot at the trailhead, but my helpful haircutter said you have to pay there, and I wasn't in the mood to do that).  Being tired at the outset was not the best of omens.

Looking up from about a quarter of the way up

Looking up at the thing, which is like a jagged scratch straight down the mountain, was sheer intimidation.  I mean, it practically goes vertical in the middle and especially at the end.

The trail follows the route of an old cog railway that since has been replaced by new track elsewhere that continues on much, much higher than this railway did, all the way to the top of Pikes Peak.  The railway still owns the right of way followed by The Incline, so technically climbing it constitutes trespassing.  They are working on eliminating that restriction.  I'm sure the railway only cares because of liability concerns, which certainly must be addressed somehow.  Every year, you read of some poor soul being airlifted out of there after impaling himself on a stake.  But it is a perfect trail, and it's like a community open secret, well-maintained and with warning signs and so forth, so onward and upward.

Garden of the Gods over there

I started out with several others, but didn't try to keep up with anyone.  That is a fool's game.  I trudged along at my own pace and had no problem at all letting people pass.  The climbers were mostly couples (one female-female).  The few doing it solo like me seemed to be the real regular types, head down and churning up there at a steady pace, no stopping and no slowing down.  The couples tended to stop and rest almost as much as I did.

The herd thins out about halfway up

So, I stopped multiple times on the way up, you know, "to take pictures."  Go twenty steps, stop and rest, go thirty stops, rinse and repeat.  I would have keeled over if I hadn't, the mere act of continually raising your legs to the next step and hoisting yourself up really wears on you if you aren't used to it.  I was out of breath practically the entire way, even after resting, and I'm in fairly good (not great) shape.

These guys were turning back

I stopped and rested more and more the higher I got.  One couple fell behind me, then another.  Both ultimately quit about two-thirds of the way up, where it basically goes vertical until the summit.  Believe me when I tell you that every step as you approach the peak is an endurance test, and the steps can be very high.  There are occasional drainage pipes crossing the trail that can be tricky to clamber over as well.

This couple didn't make it

Naturally, there were folks running back down the whole time, invariably listening to Ipods.  I didn't see anyone actually running up, but there were obvious regulars who climbed briskly, and I'm sure on busy weekends (this was a Friday) you get the real freaks who probably run up two steps at a time and make everybody look like slackers.  One guy had his dog, whose tongue was hanging out as it led the way.  The lady at the salon mentioned someone who carries his bike up on his back so he can ride the Barr Trail back down.  Well, different strokes for different people.

Looking out over Manitou

It was getting darker and darker, but I was making steady progress.  You can see the top all the way, so you always know roughly how close you are.  "Close" in this context is an extremely deceptive word.  The summit may only be a few hundred yards away, but those yards are at something approaching a 60 degree angle (maybe more).  Nearing the top but a bit further from it than between my usual rest spots, I stood up and went for it in one last lunge.  I made it, but immediately paid the price.  For the first time on my climb, I got a stitch in my side that thankfully soon went away.

People fall on rebars poking through and have to be air-lifted out

Standing at the top was kind of a mystical experience.  The crumbling foundations of the old cog railway station are there, kind of like the remains of an old Mayan altar at the top of a Mexican pyramid.  You walk around on a kind of peak, but the views, while nice, are not any better than the ones you saw on the way up, and in fact are more obscured by trees.  The Barr trail to the top of Pikes Peak continued further on, and it sure looked inviting.  Maybe someday....

Garden of the Gods in the distance

I recalled that the salon lady had said that only once had she continued up to Pikes Peak with some friends.  It took them five hours, which also is insanely fast, and a friend met them at the top and drove them back down.  That really is the only way to do it.  Her expression told the story for her, though.  Unlike her sunny recollections of climbing The Incline, she mentioned the Barr Trail with a dark look that said, "And there wasn't a minute of fun the whole way, and I'll never do it again unless I have a gun to my head."

The steps are like climbing a ladder in places

Anyway, you get a real rush having completed the climb.  Even if you turn right around and head back down - as everyone else did - it feels good.  You have tangible evidence of success, and you are standing on it.  The Summit.  The particulars about what is actually up there are incidental.

The timbers are not all in the best condition

With darkness closing in fast, I decided not to go back down The Incline.  It just involved too many tricky steps, and there are rebars poking up along the side everywhere, just waiting for you to slip and fall on them.  Even in broad daylight, people coming back down pick their way carefully, step by step.  I could have made it, I'm sure, but it just seemed like a risky play: one mis-step, and you are asking for trouble.  I decided to be prudent (my ex-girlfriend would say I'm just chicken, fine, honey) and went down the Barr Trail.

Going back down the normal Barr Trail couldn't be bad, I thought to myself.  Right?  Down I went.  The trail was really steep and gravelly in places, and I slipped and fell on my dignity about three or four times.  No damage done, though, and it was my fault for wearing tennis sneakers.  The lack of light had little to do with it, but sure didn't help.

The sun went down.  It gets dark fast in the mountains.  I spent another hour picking my way down the trail in total darkness.  Along the way, I met one guy riding his bicycle up the trail (total insanity, with no light except his caver lights on his hat), some couples walking back down like me but going a bit slower, and a lady running down using caver lights as well (she must have gone up The Incline like me).  I asked her if she did this a lot, and she replied "Yes ... when I can."  It's funky running into people in the pitch dark, you can see the fear in them at seeing someone loom out of the darkness.  I tried to be reassuring, and moved on quickly while trying not to seem rude.

Looking north toward the highway

You find that on a lot of popular trails.  People will climb them at night and so forth.  It's just odd seeing someone just starting out at twilight when you are relieved that you are done.  Not sure why people climb at night, maybe they just like having the place to themselves.

This last stretch is like a rest stop, but you'll be exhausted by now

Without further incident, I made it back to the parking lot and then my car.  My time up The Incline was an hour and 25 minutes - at least a third of that was sitting and resting - and my total time, car-to-car, was just under three hours.  Nothing I'm going to brag about.  Perhaps all right for a first-timer, though I'm sure many first-timers can do it faster than that, too.  But the time didn't matter to me.  The point was to do it and chalk that one up as done.  Mission accomplished, baby!

At the top are ... ruins

Now, when someone brings up The Incline, I can casually mention that I've done it, too.  Welcome to the club.

Garden of the Gods from the top of- the Incline

I admit to being proud of myself.  Despite the difficulty, I did The Incline!  I'm a true Coloradan now.

Sunset in the Rockies

Waldo Canyon - Before it Burned Down

Take a walk with me along the Waldo Canyon trail. We will see some of the best views of Pikes Peak in the entire area, along with interesting tree, rock and mountain formations. This is from a few months before the entire canyon burned down in June 2012.

Waldo Canyon, Before It Burned Down

This is a walk in the woods about twenty minutes from downtown Colorado Springs. It gets rugged fast in the Rockies, so this is no city park! This is along the Waldo Canyon trail. Note that you can't see this any more - all you will see are charred ruins from the June 2012 forest fire that swept through this area.

A Ride in the Rockies, the Rampart Range

A ride through the Rampart Range. We start at Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs and continue on from there. This includes nice views of Colorado Springs on the plain below, Pikes Peak, Cheyenne Mountain, Manitou Springs below Pikes Peak, the Rampart Range, and even Black Forest in the distance (it's that dark splotch of trees on on the plain).

I'm not sure why it is, but Colorado Springs has a very nice collection of classic cars.  It is not at all uncommon when driving around on a weekend to see a beautifully restored 1957 Chevy, or a 1950 Studebaker, or a 1968 VW Bus, or any of a number of other cars that collectors love.  I know a fellow who has an authentic, perfectly restored 1965 Shelby Mustang.



I'm not talking about old beaters that some working man couldn't upgrade.  They are collectors' cars, usually with beautiful paint jobs and occasionally tricked out with fancy engines and the like.

I can't guarantee that it you are here for a week or two, that you will see any classic cars.  But I see them all the time, and you might get lucky.

The more I learn about Colorado Springs' history, the more odd it seems.

Genteel games of shuffleboard in Acacia Park

A common view of this region of the world is that it was the "wild west" in the 1800s.  However, the available facts belie that stereotype.  In fact, Colorado Springs was founded by a rich man (General Palmer) who stumbled upon it while helping build the railway. He saw the area's potential and started a settlement a comfortable distance from the grimy plebians who already were working in the area. Palmer put his stamp on the town forevermore by building a swanky resort and bringing in all his society friends from the East Coast and abroad. You may think of gunfighters, rustlers and miners - think, instead, of monocles, tuxedos and taxis.

Alumnus, Palmer High School

Arthur Penrose was a blueblood from mainline Philadelphia stock, a famous early German settler was a Baron or something, Palmer himself was a General - these were not gun-toting outlaws.  The Butch Cassidy gang did hang out in these parts, but Butch apparently had some pretensions of grandeur, and he may have felt comfortable hobnobbing with the aristocrats.

Nikolai Tesla got rid of these with his experiments - for real

A dominant theme in surviving photographs of old Colorado Springs is the Antler Hotel. It must have been some kind of big deal, because they recorded that place like it was the White House or Mount Rushmore.

Antlers Hotel 1909

 My working assumption is that the Antlers Hotel was the honey that drew in the blue bloods who took over ownership of the mines that eventually made Colorado Springs. The town has had all sorts of weird detours like that over the centuries.

The town rightly should be called Tesla Springs

Case in point: Nikolai Tesla somehow wound up here. He built his huge transformer near downtown, and somehow, in some way, through his electricity experiments managed to get rid of the locusts that invaded every year. Tesla deserves a statue downtown (hell, on Mount Rushmore) for that single feat alone, much more so than General Palmer on his horse. Think about it - the town was overrun with locusts every single year, making life miserable for every single person living here, and he got rid of them all - forever! One of the most amazing feats in all of history (I'm not joking), sort of like Saint Patrick driving the saints from Ireland, only for real. A true genius who inexplicably (except for historians who take the trouble to understand him) is treated as some kind of embarrassing freak by the locals (yes, there is a tiny plaque where his laboratory used to stand - the lab itself demolished, of course, to get rid of all traces of the freak).

Let us not forget the TRUE founders of the area

I just point all this out because you, too, may have some misconceptions about the origins of Colorado Springs.  The miners lived up in the mountains - the royalty lived down in the Springs.

Be Prepared for Anything

1895

The weather in Colorado Springs will confound you. This year, 2013, we had a snowstorm on May 1. The days after that were sub-freezing. In May! And that is not really all that unusual, freak snowstorms in May happen every few years here. The main pattern this year has been no pattern - 70 Degree days followed by highs in the 30s. And the weather changes on the dime, with no warning. On a beautiful day, you can watch the thunderclouds cross Pikes Peak and start rolling down towards the city.

Ice Palace at the Broadmoor back in the day

It will snow in the morning, turn hot in the afternoon, and be balmy and rainy in the evening. Once you've let down your guard, though, it then will turn sub-zero at night. You will see all four seasons in one day here, and it is not at all uncommon to be able to go outside in your shirtsleeves for several days at a time in February. Some areas nearby are notoriously different weather-wise - Pueblo always is about ten degrees warmer, while Black Forest and Monument will get double or triple the amount of snowfall that Colorado Springs itself gets.

Aww, it looks so peaceful in the sweet summertime.

Colorado Springs is semi-arid. What that means is that, unless it is snowing or raining, the area is bone dry. Which is great for forest fires. In 2012, the annual wildfires actually entered Colorado Springs and burned down an entire neighborhood. It's becoming an annual event to climb on your roof and look for the blazes in the foothills. Then again, old-timers will tell you about that time it snowed on July 4. I think that was up in the mountains, though.

Looking in a south-westerly direction from the Air Force Academy

The true weirdness, and yes I am repeating this for emphasis, is how quickly the weather will change. It is absolutely common, more so as you go up in the mountains, for the temperature to rise forty degrees in an hour. You think I'm joking! Think again, I've seen it happen with regularity. You can sit there watching the thermometer and almost see it moving from 35 Degrees to 75 Degrees. Take your eyes away for a minute, and it's gone up three degree. Once that sun hits, everything changes. This is called "Continental Weather." I tell you all this just to warn you that in Colorado Springs, the weather will become your prime concern. You have never seen anything like it, at least I haven't. If you don't respect nature and its power before you come here, odds are good that you will by the time you leave.

First,  welcome!  I want to draw your attention on the bar at the side of this page, I summarized a lot of my thoughts about Colorado Springs and its attractions in the articles that are linked there.

I am a transplant to Colorado Springs.  I came here in June 2002 from New York City, 5th Avenue and 15th Street to be exact, after having spent all of my then-40 years on the East Coast.  The transition was difficult, but I survived and prospered.  The advantage I offer is that I had to learn about Colorado Springs starting from scratch, and some of those lessons may be useful to you.

There are a couple of basic issues you will have to address very soon after you arrive here.  The first is that you will need to transition to the altitude, water and climate.  Colorado Springs is little over a mile above sea level, and the water here may well be slightly different than the water back home.  I mention the altitude and water together because it's unclear which affects you more, but you can't really escape either without going to heroic lengths, so it's just something you must accept.  Before I moved here, I visited several times for periods of a week or two.  My very first visit caused me the most problems.  I won't dwell on the symptoms, but let's just say I had a very upset stomach for a period of about a week.  Once it passed, though, I never got it again.  Once you get used to it, you will not even notice the thinner air, even when you go up in the mountains.  So, when you experience the symptoms, just bear with them with the realization that they will go away.





Colorado Springs is very sunny.  It gets something like 300 days of sunshine a year, a figure I question at times but which the powers that be here assure us is true.  You will probably be outside a lot while visiting, so I suggest not forgetting to bring sunglasses, a hat or cap, and some sunscreen.  This part of the world is arid, and you may get dehydrated easily, so be sure to drink plenty of fluids during your time here.

The second thing you will probably notice right away is that this is chain-store Heaven.  You quickly will come to the sad realization that dining out usually involves a choice between McDonald's, Applebee's, Chiles or something similar.  Shopping comes down to Walmart (there are five, yes, five within the city limits, and another half dozen or so close by, with plans to build even more), Target or Sears.  If you haven't heard of "King Soopers" yet, well, that's your other main choice for groceries.  Sure, there are other places like Safeway, Whole Foods and the like, but those places you tend to have to find in isolated strip malls off the main roads.  The Walmarts sit there by the highway like battleships and will lure you in.  Don't resist, just bear in mind that you eventually will find it easy to diversify away from the bland big box stores.

When wandering around in the mountains, it is best if you have a local to guide you around, because it is easy to get lost.  Failing that, invest in a good GPS device.  I have been here for over a decade, and mine comes in mighty handy.  It will save you endless frustration and even guide you to the nearest chain store to stock up with supplies.

I will delve more deeply into some of these issues in other posts.  Let me say, though, that the folks here can be very friendly and welcoming, so loosen up and chat with them a bit every chance you get, it will make your visit much more enjoyable!