My goal to conquer the Manitou Incline was a complete failure. It is not that I failed to make it to the top. It is that I failed to even make it to the trailhead.
For some reason I slept for no more than two hours at a time during my entire week long stay in Colorado. Whether it was altitude, consumption of beer, children, or whatever my brain can imagine the simple fact remains: I was a zombie walking around for most of the week.
The Manitou Incline will still be there next fall when I plan a return trip to the Front Range. At least I got to see it from the interstate.