A couple of weeks ago, it was suggested by two separate people (Rachel, Danny’s sister, and Kristen, one of our good friends), that we hike The Incline. I have always had a vague idea of what The Incline entails, and have thus never had a desire to have any part of climbing it. However, these two people, both of whom are very important to D and I, are very persuasive and so, we did as they suggested.
As the time for our trek drew nearer, I tried to find reasons why I couldn’t do it. It was too far of a drive. I wasn’t feeling well (technically true, but this pain hasn’t stopped me from doing other similarly crazy things in the past five-ish years, so…). We didn’t have bread for sandwiches. Danny likes to play football with friends on Saturday afternoons. Many people have died on The Incline (It is possible I created this fact myself). Those kind of statements went through my head all week.
Our trekking companions, however, were very determined to conquer this beast of a trail. It would be incorrect to call it a hike, as it is only steps. Literally. Only steps. 2,691 of them actually. The Incline was built as a cable car to carry materials to Pikes Peak, and after the work was done, it became a tourist attraction. I am sort of confused as to what kind of tourist would be attracted to climb The Incline, but there are many things in life I don’t understand, and I guess this is one of them. Anyways, for information, you can check out this site, or this one, for pictures, horror stories, and a bit of background info.
Once we arrived at the base, I was shocked. I had seen photos, but in person, The Incline was so much more intense. And you see the top of the ‘hill’ behind us? Well that is a false summit. Boo.
As we took (frequent) breaks, we had a chance to look around and see that, wow, we were in the middle of a beautiful area. Although, let’s be honest. For most of the time, all I saw was the steps in front of me and my water bottle because I was really concerned with surviving.
Unfortunately, we forgot to time how long it took us to get to the top. My best guess, though, is between an hour and fifteen minutes and an hour and a half.
At the top, we searched for a good spot to enjoy our PB & J’s (thanks, Rach, for looking out for us vegans) and not move. It was a very welcome extended break, and a nice chance to chat a bit, since on the way up our talking was limited to, “Are you okay?”, “Should we keep gong?”, and “This is terrible.”
We took a lot of pictures, as that was the only way I agreed to the climb. Unfortunately I cannot post all of the awesome-ness here, but (most of) the rest will be on my Facebook page soon-ish.
So, you (strange tourist/friend/family member/local) may ask, should I climb The Incline? I’m guessing that I haven’t been very convincing, with all my talk of it being a beast and very extreme, but I would conclude, that yes, you should do The Incline. But only if you are physically fit and in a position to climb 2,600+ steps while gaining 2,100 feet in elevation. It is intense and the feeling of accomplishment is great, as are the views, but I declare, it is not for everyone. Truly. I am thankful that we persevered and brought a lot of water and that Kristen knows some first aid, because it was worth it (for me, at least). I climbed The Incline, and although I am still sore four days later, I climbed The Incline!! Planning visit? Let me know, and I’ll do it with you!