Last Modified 2023-10-15
Colorado Hiking 1
 
 
   
  Castlewood Canyon
   
 
  Can you believe the size of this moth? According to the book, it's wingspan is 3 1/2 to 5 1/2 inches. This one is larger than that. Because of the conspicuous eyespot on each hind wing, this moth is named after Polyphemus, the one-eyed giant of greek myths. Also known as an adult male North American giant silk moth. Adults have no mouth to eat with, so they have less than two weeks to find a mate.
   
 
  Cherry Creek runs through the canyon
   
 
   
 
  View from up on the rim.
   
 
   
 
  Denny and Bill
   
 
  Bill and Denny
   
 
  Denny up on the rim.
   
 
  Pete, Denny, and Jim
   
 
  Jim and Denny (note the waterfall over Denny's left shoulder)
   
 
  Now it's over Jim's right shoulder
   
 
  Jim and Pete
   
 
  Denny makes fun of me because I keep looking for those deep blue sky days (no clouds). . .
   
 
  I race (to get my weekend hikes in) with the clouds (that show up almost everyday on the front range). I lost this race.
   
  Mount Goliath Bristlecone Pine Loop Trail
   
  One of the oldest known bristlecone pines in Colorado (more than 1,500 years old) is found here.
 

The bristlecone pines are a small group of pine trees that can reach an age far greater than that of any other single living organism known; up to nearly 5,000 years. Currently, the oldest (acknowledged) living organism known is an individual of Pinus longaeva nicknamed "Methuselah" is located in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest in the White Mountains of eastern California, and measured by core samples to be about 4,700 years old.

Bristlecone pines grow in isolated groves at and just below the tree line. Because of cold temperatures, dry soils, high winds, and short growing seasons, the trees grow very slowly. The wood is very dense and resinous, and thus resistant to invasion by insects, fungi, and other potential pests. As the tree ages, much of its bark may die in very old specimens often leaving only a narrow strip of living tissue to connect the roots to the handful of live branches.

This trail is on the Mount Evans road.

As I hiked the below trail, I kept expecting a Hobbit to jump out. . .