Archive | October, 2014

phs, buffalo slayer.

26 Oct

Third time’s a charm, right?

Wrong, at least in the case of reaching the summit of Buffalo Mountain. Before finally reaching Buffalo’s summit on Friday afternoon at promptly 12:05pm, I was thwarted not twice, but three times.

First by Gucci.


Second by the goats.


And third by Gnarly, who aptly earned the nickname of Gnot-So-Gnar.


So when Mer suggested a fourth attempt at Buffalo’s summit, I was all for it. Minus dogs and goats and frankly anything else that would get in our way.

For those of you familiar with Summit County, Buffalo Mountain is the dimpled peak that marks your arrival in Summit as you approach, heading west on I-70 or Hwy 6.

Mer and I trekked through a thick Lodgepole Pine forest, negotiated our way up an expansive boulder field, stumbled across a wind-blown tundra and trudged through shin deep snow fields before doing a happy dance at a modest 12,777 feet above sea level, Buffalo’s summit.

Although only five-some miles roundtrip, you gain about 3000 feet in vert in about two and half miles, and the boulders and wind make it tricky to stay on the trail. But if you’re looking for a challenging hike with a reward that’s composed of breathtaking views of the Tenmile Range, Copper Mountain, Lake Dillon and of course the surrounding east side of Summit County, this is your hike.

Just watch out for the goats…their pointy hooves and beady little eyes are unforgiving.



a guest appearance.

23 Oct

Hello friends!

Abbey Road here.

You may know me from my frequent appearances on the CGTTWW…namely here, and here (with my pal Gucci), and here…oh hey, and here too!

Anyway even though my reputation precedes me (beauty and spunk does that to a gal), I thought I should give you guys a little face-time, you know introduce myself properly.

Here goes nothin’.

I am a seven-year-old black Lab/Pitbull mix, and you better believe I look better than most seven-year-olds out there. Born in Atlanta and raised in Summit County, I am a mountain girl through and through…no leash, just flannel vests, 14ers (I’ve summited four…) and a lot of ‘tude.

Mr. A is my human, although Paige kidnaps me all the time for adventures that sometimes end with us (hem hem…HER) running from Mountain Goats and other times they end with me swimming out to sea (Lake Dillon) after tennis balls…Paige had to swim out to get me. It was embarrassing.

I live and breath for cheese and if you ask me nicely, I just might give you a high-five for a nibble of that Kraft Single I see you snacking on. I live by one rule…tennis balls are a girls’ best accessory. You should always have at least one in your mouth every time you leave the house…heck if you’re as fancy as me you might have TWO in your mouth at one time. That’s right, I said TWO.

I’ve been called a loner, though I prefer independent, but I can’t get enough of my best bud, Rome. We talk to each other and snuggle and growl and chase moose and squirrels and marmots, heck we even do art projects! Just the other day, Rome and I helped Paige and Mer spray paint picture frames for Mer and Jimmy’s wedding…the paw prints on the frames? True artistic beauty.

Anyway, it was nice chatting, but I need to get back to announcing the squirrel that I just treed…ok it was already in the tree, but I made you aware of his Peeping Tom antics.

Love and squirrels,

Abbey Road

abbey road


20 Oct

While fall colors are just reaching their peak in most parts of the country, fall has come and gone up in the High Country and we are on the verge of welcoming winter. In fact, Summit County won the “race to winter” when Arapahoe Basin opened for the season on Friday. Speaking of which, anyone interested in an afternoon “shred sesh” on Tuesday…sure it’s only a half a run, but shredding is shredding brah!

Anyway, in an attempt to soak up the last bit of summer sun before Mother Nature buries us in snow, Mr. A and I escaped down to Moab for a few days in the desert. We camped, we hiked, we bombed around the desert in a UTV and we ate far too many s’mores. By the time we packed up to head home to the mountains on Wednesday morning, we were thoroughly caked in red dirt.

We’re calling it our “wintermoon” and a fabulous “wintermoon” it was.


Colorado River from “Wall St.”


Hurrah Pass selfie


Mr. A and his new favorite toy, the UTV


Abbs pondering her next squirrel ambush.


Go fast, take chances.


Lower Drinks Canyon campsite


Colorado River from the Lower Drinks Canyon campsite


Lower Drinks Canyon campsite–camping just off Route 128, aka “the river road”


Red rocks along the Negro Bill Canyon


Hurrah Pass snack break

fall at the summit.

19 Oct


“my heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.” –Hazrat Inayat Khan

quandary, 14,265.

10 Oct

A snowy start with besties…


And one week later a sunny solo summit!

quandary summit


8 Oct


It’s a good number, a solid number.

It’s a number that has some weight behind it but has a whole lotta life left to look forward to.

You know why else I like the number FIVE?

Caitlyn, one of my very best girlfriends (VBGFs), is celebrating FIVE years cancer free and in just FIVE days she will be finishing her FIFTH Bank of American Chicago Marathon.

Over the last FIVE years, Caitlyn has proven to be a hero and one of the strongest, spunkiest chicks that I have ever met. She works hard and plays hard, drives her friends and family to be the best that they can be and has one of the catchiest giggles around.

Not only that, but each year that Caitlyn has run the Chicago Marathon, she has run it as a member of Team in Training; working hard to ensure that every mile she pounds into the pavement, every GU she downs on a run and every black toenail that inevitably wiggles itself loose from her toes, goes towards raising an enormous amount of awareness for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

This year, after FIVE years of showing support for those battling blood cancers and inspiring each and every person that has had the privilege to envelope themselves in her sparkle and spirit, Caitlyn has been selected as one of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s (LLS) Honored Heroes and I could not be prouder to call her my friend. She is a true hero whose passion for life is infectious, a runner whose determination to find a cure makes her a beast of a competitor (believe me…she has dragged me across many a finish line) and a young woman whose beauty outshines any hurdles that get in her way.

Please help me in honoring my HERO in a celebration of life, of courage and of course, of FIVE years of good health, by helping her to raise $10,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Click here to donate to Caitlyn’s Team in Training fundraising page and feel free to share Caitlyn’s story–awareness is everything.





6 Oct

A hike is a form of meditation for me.

A chance to move from big to small in my observations and my thoughts on daily life.

I often find myself beginning a solo hike taking in big picture views. No sounds and no smells. Just views.

As I meander down the trail through rushing springs and crunching over piles of fallen leaves, I begin to observe the beauty in the details.

The curvature of each leaf as it floats lazily down from its bough, drifting slowly, idly to its resting place in the chalky dust.

The tranquil flow of water down a hill, rushing over fallen logs, winding though the green river grasses.

The gnarled roots intersecting trails as they fight and push their way through the mineral rich mud.

The roughness of the bark, the heady scent of its needles and the sticky sweetness of its sap.

The taste of the sweet mountain air on my tongue.

The whistle and creek of the crisp mountain wind blowing through a graveyard of fallen trees.

The shapely crags in the hillside, the crunch of fallen leaves, the beauty and wholeness of this majestic landscape, it is my yoga. My reflection time. My here and now.

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