The weather report for the two primary days we were on the Longs Peak trail was bad. They had forecasted rain, thunderstorms, and snow (in late July). The report had almost scared us away from the backpacking adventure and camping in the Boulder Field, but we decided to push on. I guess a lot of others heeded the warnings and stayed at home as we only shared the Boulder Field with the marmots and the pikas until about 8:00 PM when another hiker stumbled in and set up camp.
The rain, snow, and storms never manifested, but the entire day was plagued with extreme wind and the night was no different. Laying in the tent it was hard to sleep contemplating whether or not the thin nylon would hold up under the unrelenting wind. Luckily the rock walls surrounding each of the camping spots do knock down the wind somewhat. I added to our rock wall to help close in the area as the “doorway” was allowing too much wind to pass through. Our tent was taking a beating while camping in the Boulder Field.
Around 11:00 PM the wind finally subsided, but then the cold set in. By the end of the night, Jennifer and I were wearing every piece of clothing we had brought and were wrapped up tight inside each of our mummy bags. Our tent is a three-season tent but I don’t think that camping in the Boulder Field above tree line counts as one of those three seasons.
Still, when the morning came and we got the early morning light, all the wind and cold was worth camping in the Boulder Field. We had amazing views of the gorgeous bouldery terrain and Longs Peak above lit up by the first light of the day. I was up before dawn, awakened by the first intrepid travelers climbing Longs Peak for the day. The lack of overnight campers didn’t stunt the long line of hikers streaming towards the peak. For the first few hours, we witnessed a lot of people attempting the feat while we had breakfast and packed up our site. None returned from the summit before we set off down the mountain the way we had come.
Our Second Day
After a challenging night of camping in the Boulder Field, we were greeted with a much nicer day. There was very little smoke remaining in the area. In the early part of the day I had wished I had waited to summit this morning, but with the stream of people, I would have been worried about them kicking debris down on us. Also, the clouds quickly swamped in the peak and by the time we left Chasm Lake the view from the top would have been nothing more than a thick cloud. Sleeping at altitude isn’t easy to recover from either. We both woke up extremely thirsty and fatigued. It took us both a half liter of water to recover. Thankfully there is a creek running underneath the rocks of the Boulder Field. Pools of which can be found and filtered for drinking water.