18.5 Miles
Leadville
It was brisk this morning but we got to it knowing that we could make it to Leadville where another friend of ours from the AT, Molasses lives. We spent the morning heading up crunching on frost and ice. The crunching turned to snow quickly as we headed up to the first pass of the morning. In between this pass and Kokomo Pass lie plenty of snow to wade through which made conditions tiring. 
Moving towards Kokomo, I had a certain song stuck in my head keeping the freezing cold conditions from getting to me. We were heading where we want to go...up to Kokomo. Except there was no Bermuda, Bahamas, no pretty mamas. It was just more snow and a big downhill to Tennessee Pass and Leadville. 
As we got lower, the snow faded and the aspens were out in all their fall colored glory:
We made it past where the 10th Mountain division trained for WWII in the valley and past their bunkers. It was a neat slice of history of the area. We got a ride into town quickly from a Hispanic man who spoke little English in a bright yellow VW bug listening to today's pop hits. It was entertaining. We later met up with Molasses and caught up and hung around his place for the night.
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