With history, it sometimes takes a few iterations of a name before one becomes permanent, as is the case with Pikes Peak.
Initially, the Ute Indians called the Rocky Mountains eastern-most peak the “Sun Mountain” because it catches the early morning rays. In the late 1700s, Spaniards referred to the peak as El Capitan.
In 1806 Lieutenant Zebulon Montgomery Pike was dispatched to survey the area. Pike kept a journal detailing his travels and wrote about a mountain of “blue cloud” in the distance that he called Grand Peak. Pike and his men attempted to reach the summit in November of 1806 but were beaten back by a severe blizzard. Fourteen years later the first ascent was recorded and in the 1950s, Pikes Peak became the mountain’s official name.
At mile seven on Pikes Peak highway, the climb to the summit really begins and for the next 12 miles, the road winds up and around and around and up, seemingly never to end! Mike is driving and I have Miss Poppy on my lap and it begins to get really scary sitting on the passenger side as you glance down where there is nothing but a sheer drop, especially when bad-boy husband drives close to the edge to scare the two of us!
And, then you are there, at an elevation of 14,115 feet (4,302 m), the wind is howling, it is 35 degrees F, and it is magnificent!

Perched on top of the mountain is the Summit House where you can buy souvenirs and enjoy a coffee and a donut, which is the tradition!

Mike and Poppy – we checked to ensure that it was OK to take Poppy to such a high elevation and immediately after the picture she returned to a warm blanket in the car!

The two other reservoirs on Pikes Peak. Views from the summit are amazing but you have to take pictures quickly because the wind is so strong that you’re fighting to stay upright!

It’s difficult to see, but above the firm outline of the mountains is a second, white outline of the Rocky Mountain range in the distance!