When my good friend showed me this site I thought he had sent me another joke to brighten my day. But at his insistence I contacted these people and after a few very pleasant moments and impressive professional courtesy I was booked for an outing to The Great Bulge in the Hanes Range of the Western Slope of the Colorado Rockies.
It was amazing! Like nothing I’d ever experienced before in any previous nature trek. The scenery at this place was no less grand than the attraction we had hiked 3 days to see. Great waterfalls of icy glacial melt, virgin forests dating back to ancient times, wildlife unfamiliar with, and un-timid of man, and simply the most impressive and gargantuan double-stitched cotton fly I’d ever seen—and totally pristine too! It was an excursion well worth the brass, much more so than any day trip to a cramped theme park or dingy bowling alley!
But what I remember most of all was the reaction of my hiking partner and myself as The Bulge first swung into view. “Big pants!” she gasped. To which I could only reply, “Really big pants!”