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modern-day cowgirl.

10 Jul

 

When I was a little girl, I liked to pretend that I was a cowgirl.

I would spend hours getting lost in daydreams of wrangling cattle and of strapping on my chaps and spurs and riding off into the sunset on my lively steed.

I so badly wanted to live the life of adventure that was so often the main vein running through the stories that recounted the days of the wild west.

Stories of heroic cowpoke protagonists, of miners living high atop the Rocky Mountains, of straight shooters and showdowns.

And though I don’t partake in any high noon showdowns or spend much time around horses,  I like to think that I am living out my childhood dreams of cowgirl adventures via elk jerky and apple picnics at the top of high mountain summits. Through wandering drives up old access roads in search of snow in July. Through the twangy stories told during a private blue grass show on a deck overlooking Telluride and the San Juans. Through evenings spent on a wobbly, spider-ridden kayak watching fireworks cascade over Lake Dillon. Through hidden campsites that provide an unobstructed view of the stars and the sun rising up above Cataract Falls. Through the eyes of an eight year old as she learns the ins and outs of the world around her. And through the joy felt when close friends and family come together for an evening of ongoing laughter over charred ribs and corn on the cob dripping with melted butter.

 

 

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out like lamb [not so much].

6 Apr

March oh March. Where have you gone?

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a taste of something fine.

31 Mar

New Years resolutions have never really been my thing. My track record for follow through on “resolutions” like going to the gym three days a week, only eating dessert after one meal a day (HA!), and cutting corn syrup from my diet (Oreos don’t have corn syrup, right?) has been measly to say the least.

But this year, in the midst of the sadness and terror leading up to the end of 2015, I made it my goal to focus on being mindful about the gratitude that I feel for all the little moments that make up my life. Thankful for the gift of friendship and family and the opportunities that are presented in times of chaos and joy. Thankful for the love of an itty bitty pitty pup named Mayhem, for the beauty of snow-covered mountains, and honing in on how my positive outlook, hell sometimes my negative outlook, affects those around me.

That said, in the spirit of gratitude, I would like to share an anecdote that touches on the hilarity of the hospitality industry at high volume time periods. Though this story serves as a prime example of teamwork and support, I left each day with a renewed sense of hope for humanity, appreciation for those of us who work hard to support the ones we love, and a the joy in a large glass of wine when I finally made it home at night.

Note, this anecdote was submitted to resort leaders so please forgive the nature in which the story is told as some content has been removed.

“Many teams preach about the importance of teamwork and good communication but in my experience, not many teams epitomize the concept of teamwork in quite the way that the staff at our property does. Over the last five days, a flu bug decimated our housekeeping department, knocking out two or three people each day, last weekend. With the resort receiving 40″ of snow last week, the hotel’s occupancy jumped to 100% for the upcoming weekend. Being short-staffed combined with 40” of fresh powder meant that the property started Friday, Saturday, and Sunday behind and played catch-up in the maintenance and housekeeping departments until late in the evening—in some cases as late as 8:00pm.
Though everyone on our team was working under a huge amount of stress, each member of the staff made it known to each other that they had each other’s backs. From maintenance technicians vacuuming rooms and making beds, to house-people and kitchen stewards running linens and water bottles to rooms, to front desk agents organizing a chaotic valet circle and showering our guests with our infamous guest service to ease the displeasure expressed at rooms not being ready on time, it was truly amazing to watch the love and support melt away the stress and bring laughter and efficiency to an otherwise extremely unpleasant and chaotic situation. Instead of grumblings about working late and tears caused by exhaustion, laughter, high-fives, and thank you’s rung through the hallways.
Since that weekend, I have heard time and time again how apparent it is how much our team cares about each other’s well-being. I can honestly say that our staff has opened my eyes to the concept of friends who become family and I could not be more proud to part of such an amazing group of people.”

Thanks again to all parties involved. I am oh so lucky to know each and every you and I can only hope that my future endeavors are highlighted with anecdotes and memories like the ones we have made over the last few years.

quiet.

8 Mar

I was supposed to grab dinner with some old friends tonight.

We’d planned on meeting at Prost at 6:00pm to nosh on German beer and homemade sausages in celebration of making it to the final 30 days of the season.

Though as 6:00pm drew nearer, the idea of leaving the comfort of our warm homes and soft couches began to drift further and further from our minds.

As we contemplated a rain check, I sat on my living room floor with the sliding glass door cracked and watched as the wispy evening clouds chased the sun lower and lower behind the rose colored peaks of Buffalo and Red.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts mulling about my brain the last several weeks. So many thoughts that I can’t always make sense of what I am thinking. I am oddly emotional, a bit overwhelmed, and frankly, bone tired; though at the very same moment I am excited for everything to come and thankful for a winter season that has been deeply highlighted by love, laughter, and friends who have become family.

As the sun sank deeper and deeper, turning the sky into a mosaic of colors, my thoughts finally quieted and I just watched. Watched and relaxed, embracing the silence in my overactive brain. I laid my head back against the couch and confirmed our rain check with one simple word.

“Tomorrow”.

With the final decision of “tomorrow” having been made, we three settled deeper into our cozy woolens, some with a glass of wine, others with a steaming mug of tea, and cheersed each other from the quiet of our respective homes; thankful for our thoughts, for our successes and failures, and for our beautiful little mountain community.

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love.

14 Feb

Though some may not approve, namely the groomers and nordic skiers who stay out late chasing the sunset, running as fast as you can down a groomed trail is just the best.

The ABSOLUTE best.

joy

hello.

3 Feb

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.

2016.

Wowza.

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.

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pre-holiday fun.

14 Dec

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