Oliver Peak

Grandpa Murdock took us on a hike up Oliver Peak, south of Victor. We parked at the Mike Harris campground, and took the Forest Service trail. It was a gorgeous day.

Parker, McAlla, Grandpa, Jann, Sam, Adam, and Jack.

Grandpa, educating the youth.

Sam, with weed.

After you get out of the drainage, you break out onto a long, open ridge. The wild flowers were nice.

In the moment.

There were still a couple of little spots of snow.

We had to bushwhack the last 400 ft of elevation, because there was no trail to the top. But it was worth it.

Lunch, with the Grand, in the distance.

It was a bit warm.

On the way down. We did not find Granpa's tree. He carved his name into an aspen when he was a teenager traveling with a sheep camp.