Brush Lakes and Electric Peak
We’ve always insisted that some of the easiest peaks can present the biggest challenges. We had twice failed to reach the grassy summit of Electric Peak, 13,598 ft. in the Northern Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Once in the fall it was due to unexpected snow and the second time, in summer, was due to intense rain.
The third time was the charm. But it was still kind of close.
For a few years now we’ve been exploring the peaks and valleys of the Northern Sangres. We find the trails to be good, there are beautiful lakes right at treeline for camping, and we see more wildlife than in any other range in the state which is likely due to this last attribute— there are no people. It’s virtually empty.
Sorry if we’re spoiling the secret quiet spot in the state, but it has to be shared. Besides, there’s so much room and since there are no 14ers in the vicinity, I doubt it will ever change. So last weekend we headed in towards Brush Lakes to try again for one peak that continued to elude us.
Brush Lakes is actually two large lakes and a third smaller one, and the approach is only about 3.5 miles if you drive to the high trailhead. From there, four named 13,000 foot peaks frame the lakes. It’s a really cool setting.
It was our first summer backpack in a while, so as we headed up on the gorgeous morning towards Electric Peak, Christy was in full naturalist mode. Wildflower book in hand, birding binoculars around her neck, we took our time hiking the high alpine grassy slopes and just took it all in. The weather forecast wasn’t great though so at one point I had to insist we take a time-out on the naturalist session and get going to the summit.
It was a good call. As we reached the ridge, a place we had been forced back from before, the clouds were building to the west. It made for some dramatic photos for sure, but also served as a reminder that eventually they would grow and change from being benign and pretty to something more threatening, or worse.
And just as expected, after finally reaching the summit and heading down, the storm rolled in. Thankfully we were below treeline when the thunder and lightning ramped up. By the time we reached the tent, two inches of hail had accumulated on the ground and we were completely soaked through and shivering.
We piled into the tent, wet clothing and all and spent the remainder of the day and night drying out and warming up. Had the timing been a little different, we may have missed Electric again. But instead, we got the full experience. Brush Lakes and Electric Peak were pretty memorable.