Western Wanderlust Chronicles

This past weekend was a testament to the beauty and adventure that awaits in the heart of Ouray, as my friends and I delved into a whirlwind of 4×4 trails and mountain exploration. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, we embarked on an epic journey up Yankee Boy Basin, nestled within the majestic San Juan Mountains.

With Bill at the helm and accompanied by our adventurous companions Adam, Mike, and Mike’s faithful sidekick Brutus, our convoy navigated the winding gravel road that meandered through awe-inspiring alpine vistas, cascading waterfalls, and remnants of historical mining endeavors. One standout moment was driving beneath a towering rock overhang, a testament to the rugged grandeur of the terrain.

As we ascended deeper into the basin, the landscape unfolded like a tapestry of natural wonders, with Gilpin Peak and the popular Colorado 14er Mount Sneffels (14,150 ft) presiding over the rugged terrain. Passing by relics of the region’s mining past, such as the Atlas Mine and Stamp Mill, we were reminded of the rich history that permeates these mountainous landscapes.

Our journey culminated at Upper Yankee Boy Basin, where the splendor of Wrights Lake greeted us, its crystalline waters reflecting the surrounding peaks in a mesmerizing display of alpine beauty. But our adventure didn’t end there; a trail beckoned us to Blue Lakes Pass, promising panoramic views and rugged terrain to conquer.

At the end of the road lies a trail to Blue Lakes Pass at 13,000 feet. Traversing loose volcanic rock and weathered trails, we ascended to the Pass, where the majesty of Middle and Upper Blue Lakes unfolded before us. From this vantage point, the landscape stretched out in all directions, a mosaic of jagged peaks and turquoise lakes. The red and orange streaked peaks contrast nicely with the bluest blue lakes you’re likely to see. The water was so clear, I could see several feet down even from this distance.

As we paused to catch our breath and savor the moment, I couldn’t resist the urge to scramble a bit higher, eager to soak in every ounce of the breathtaking scenery. From the summit, the rugged pinnacles of the Southwest Ridge route and looking towards T4 – Telluride 1, 2, 3, and 4 peaks beckoned, a reminder of nature’s raw beauty and untamed spirit.

As we reluctantly bid farewell to this alpine paradise, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the memories forged and the wonders witnessed in the company of cherished friends. Ouray may have been our playground, but the majesty of Yankee Boy Basin reminded us that true adventure lies in the embrace of nature’s untamed wilderness.