A blog about Casco Peak comprising 5,000 words, 0.527 picture, and 1 very bad joke

Salutations!

I shall begin this blog with an exquisite photograph of the north ridge of Casco Peak, a 13,908-foot mountain in Colorado's Sawatch Range and San Isabel National Forest. A most lovely and inspiring view, is it not?

Now, it is my usual custom to begin my blogs with photographs from earlier in a hike, at lower elevation, and then to proceed in logical order to a photograph such as the one provided above; in such fashion, you, my dear reader, can more easily imagine the climb as it occurred and as I experienced it. However, I neglected to take any such earlier photographs, so I will have to ask you to simply imagine everything up to this point. This was a gross error on my part, and I would like to offer my sincere apology for it.

I would also like to offer my sincere apology for writing a blog that is, in fact, nothing more than one supremely bad joke.

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Ah! In this photograph, we have progressed from ridge to summit and are facing southeast, looking down the serrated ridgeline that leads to Bull Hill, which has been officially recorded at 13,761 feet above sea level. From there, you can see that the ridge turns to the northeast, and eventually meets the great Mt. Elbert standing proudly at 14,440 feet — the highest peak in all of Colorado.

Come to think of it, Elbert may be the highest peak in all of Colorado, but I was most certainly the highest man in Colorado when I decided to compose an entire blog that is without question the worst extended joke in the history of blogs and jokes.

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I suddenly do not feel well at all.

Perhaps it is the altitude affecting me, even now, after returning from my excursion; for I am still at two miles above sea level, resting here at my accommodations in Leadville — which, incidentally, you can glimpse far off in the valley in the photograph above, which looks directly to the northeast from Casco's summit.

Or, perhaps it is bitter remorse already at work eating me from the inside; remorse at inflicting upon you, dear reader, this undeniably enormous blunder of a blog, a blog which exists soley to deliver a joke so terrible that the very Earth beneath me is likely preparing to crack open its maw at any time and swallow me whole, never to be seen again.

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My dear reader, I must confess that words are failing me now as the gravity of my offense settles in like so much sand at the bottom of an hourglass. And I fear that my sin of attempting to tell a joke of such inherent badness could very well be the sin upardonable of which the Lord speaks in the good book.

Allow me to take my leave now. You have my word that I will pester you no further. Nay, what good are words? Instead, I give you one final photograph as a gesture of goodwill. Go in peace now, and let the thought of me and my ghastly, severely misguided, and very, very bad joke fade from your memory forever.

Farewell!

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_{Nobody's going to get it, man. It's really bad.
Someone's gonna get it.
I don't know, man.
Just trust me on this one.
Besides, it's really not even all that fu —
BITE ME.}

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Hello from the high Rockies of Colorado. My name is Brandt, pleased to meet you. I’m a marketing copywriter. I live in a little ghost town called Leadville. If you like mountains, snow, jokes, running, hiking, breathing, not working, etc., then you and I have a lot in common. Thanks for stopping by, and have a lovely day!

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