I have followed the Sunday Gulch trail its whole distance. I know that while the wood seems less enchanted at first sight than the granite gulch, such appearances are deceiving. Sunday Gulch is one of the old places, and it flaunts its oldness every step of the way. Massive spruces with twisted roots crushing around granite boulders mimic exotic bonsai creations. Rare forbs hide in the shelter of rock crevices.
Unseen plants perfume the air.
And always the ancient music of the little brook fills the moist, living air. Sunday Gulch is a path seldom traveled, but much loved by all who dare venture its steep, stony embrace. Those prospectors did find treasure in the Hills. They found a jewel far more precious than any amount of gleaming yellow metal.