Ain’t she purdy.
The other day I found myself dating things “2014”.
It took three people reminding me that 2014 was but two years in the past, for me to kick the habit and leap forward into the present.
Though we are only a month in, 2016 has already proven to be jammed packed with love, laughter, adventure, and of course, Colorado sunsets.
Always Colorado sunsets.
About a year and a half ago, I spent 10 days exploring Peru.
10 days with a group of goofballs who came to be known as the “Wooly Salamalanders”, courtesy of the imagination of the one and only, Tommy Sims.
Well about three weeks ago, this wacky group of Wooly Salamalanders visited MY ‘hood and the goofiest reunion known to man ensued.
I met my fellow WSes down in Aspen for a fantastic day of hiking, picnicing, and catching up and though we haven’t seen each other in over a year, and frankly, have only really known each other 10 days, it was like we’d known each other our entire lives.
I truly must be the luckiest girl in the world to have so many amazing influences in my life.
The longer I live out here, the longer (and pricier!) my list of must-have toys becomes…
Last week, I spent my “Sunday” (hem hem…everyone else’s Friday) on a kayak rented from SUPCo (Stand Up Paddle Colorado). For a cool $35 you get two hours to paddle around the lake and soak up the summer sun.
Being the water baby that I am, I find myself missing my time offshore. I miss the way it smells when you are way out in the middle of the water, the feel of the breeze coming off of the shore and across the lake, and the feel of the sun reflecting off of the water and warming your skin. So on “Sunday” I dragged my rented kayak out to the shore, jumped in, and let the SUPCo dude shove me out into the water. Once I was far enough offshore and tucked back into the scenic Snake River inlet, I turned on some tunes, cracked open my ice cold lemonade, and sat back and let the water rock all my worries away.
The other day, my buddy Nate, convinced me to join him on a 14 mile hike deep into Central Colorado’s Gore Range. Considering the Gore’s close proximity to Vail and Summit County, it’s amazing just how remote this mountain range really is. Its rugged peaks and rocky trails seclude it from some of the more popular ranges in the area, making it fairly unforgiving and pleasantly serene.
Nate and I began our trek at 5:00am, utilizing the parking area beside the Piney River Ranch just outside Vail. Our goal, though more of guideline as Nate was more interested in using this trip to scout climbing routes along Peak C’s huge granite face, was the summit of Mt. Powell (13, 580ft) and if there was time, a quick jaunt down to Bubble Lake for a high alpine swim.
As we reached the saddle at Kneeknocker Pass, we quickly came to the realization that we were most interested in exploring the adjacent ridge-lines of Peak C and beyond, and explore is what we did.
Truly one of the most epic days of my time in Colorado, I absolutely recommend the hike if you are up for a long and challenging day of scaling pinnacles, glissading down behemoth snow fields, and marveling over the beauty of mother nature and the mighty Rocky Mountains.
I’m surrounded by wildflowers.
The rainbow blooms waving in the wind as though they are swaying to their own personal orchestra, encouraging me to free myself from my heavy pack, to let my body and my soul open up in the midst of their dance.
I catch the scent of the pine needles that blanket the neighboring forest floor and catch the urge to run.
To sprint as fast as my legs, weary from the climb, will carry me.
I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to look silly in the midst of my audience of chirping birds and whistling marmots, and then give in.
I open my lungs and stretch my legs as far as my hips will swing, and I run.
I run fast and I run far.
Through the field of dancing flowers, letting each bloom touch my arms and legs and face; sometimes they caress and sometimes they strike, stinging my skin with the whip of their touch.
The sun penetrates the skin on my face and the hair on my head. I let it soak in and feel my soul burst with warmth.
The leaves of the flowers tangle my hair, tugging a bit as I glide through their field, not stopping, not slowing. Just embracing the feeling of freedom.
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