Editors Note
For me, the horizon is a to-do list. I look west from my home in Colorado’s Front Range and tick off the inventory of peaks: Done it, done it, need it, need it, done it … oh man, gotta climb that one. And the one next to it. Those last two wishlist mountains have names: Hallett Peak and Flattop Mountain, rising high above the commotion of the busiest trailhead in Rocky Mountain National Park. It’s the one at Bear Lake, where you’re as likely to spot an open parking space as a snow leopard. I’ve been wanting to climb Hallett and Flattop ever since I moved to Colorado, because I like the way they hang above that hallowed landscape, and because that ridgeline divides the continent. Empty your Nalgene up there…