I’m not into spelunking, nor am I an ice-climber. Somehow I find myself doing a tiny bit of both some 30 minutes away in the outskirts of the town of Rifle, Colorado. (ok, maybe that’s embellishing on the spelunking and ice-climbing part)
Along the way to the ice-caves is Rifle Falls State Park with a starting elevation of 6500 feet. The peak is about another 100 above where the spectacular triple falls descend.
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