Leon Turnbull Photography

We had no mosquitoes (or very few) in West Cherry Creek Canyon. I think we hit this area at the perfect time. Everything was about to change.

We woke up fairly early, had our breakfast, and packed up camp. We had about 9 miles to hike. The temperature had skyrocketed. It would be a hot day hiking back to the trailhead, and it was best to do it in the morning.

We had one visitor at our campsite in the morning, a marmot. He was hanging out on a log by our tent, not paying much attention to us, and drinking my pee. Well actually, I think he was eating ants on the log, but it was the same place where I had been peeing. Flavored protein?

In the two days we were there, we saw no one else in West Cherry Creek Canyon. We had it all to ourselves. That is another reason it was so awesome. Being all alone in the wilderness, with no other human being within miles of you, I find that so refreshing. All that would change on the hike back, however. We saw tons of other day hikers and backpackers on the trail, on the last half of the hike especially. It was ridiculous. Most of them were not going to West Cherry Creek, likely, but still it was crazy busy.

Another thing: mosquitoes! We came to the Piute Creek crossing and all of a sudden, the mosquitoes were a force to be reckoned with. Up to that point, none. Piute Creek and from there to the end of the hike, they were all over the place. There was one backpacker we saw at Piute Creek, who said he had camped there that night, and was eaten alive. Half his arm was missing. I told him to go to West Cherry Creek. There were no buggers there. I think he was going to do it. After he applied the necessary first aid to re-attach what was left of his arm.

Five hours after we started, we arrived at the trailhead. It was hot. We were tired. But we made it. We had a glorious 3 days in West Cherry Creek Canyon. (I did, anyway).