Huron, like the next few on my last, was a total walk-up, nothing too impressive. Don’t get me wrong, it was quite pretty. And though it didn’t blow my hair back, there is a lot to be said for summiting early and having the whole of a 14er all to myself, which was the case today. Gah, there is nothing like it. I woke up at 4a after just two hours of sleep – late night driving from Durango – and topped out around 630a. Not a lot of folks getting those kinda starts. I hate getting up that early, especially on such little sleep, but I love being out there while the stars still shine overhead and all is quiet and still. During those hours, I feel even smaller, all alone in the world.