Ain’t she purdy.
I am suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. In the meantime, please enjoy these photos from today’s Peru Creek stroll.
Also, Rome has the best timing…
CAUTION, HIGH ALPINE ENVIRONMENT! SNOWY, ICY CONDITIONS MAY (hem hem…DO) EXIST!
Confession. I am ready for summer.
I know, I know, we LIVE for pow days out here in the High Country. “Powder Hounds” run rampant on days forecasted to “nuke”. “Weekend Warriors” elect to sit for hours in traffic on I70, just to “huck” themselves off the cliffs in Vail’s Back Bowls. Heck, even I let out a “whoop!” or two when shredding some gnarly pow pow.
But there comes a time when even high country inhabitants crave the radiant mountain sun, the blues, greens, oranges, and pinks of the wildflowers, long hikes up neighboring 14ers, babbling mountain brooks, bike rides to the Dillon Farmers Market, dock jumping along the shores of Lake Dillon, camping at local gems like “the residence”, a delightfully cold Rum Runner at the Tiki Bar, flowy sundresses (ok, ok, that might just be me…), post-work sunset strolls, and breakfast/lunch/dinner on the deck.
Blue bird skies, crunchy white snow, 37°, chirping birds, and breathtaking panoramas in every direction.
I sweated, Abbey panted, we shared some banana chips, and we then thanked Mother Nature for allowing us to catch a glimpse of Spring.
Keystone and the surrounding community lost a warrior today.
As was so aptly noted in a message of remembrance,
“Luke was always approachable and was always there to lend an ear and of course some advice. Luke’s presence was always positive, and he epitomized the true meaning of teamwork and “One Keystone”.
Thoughts and prayers to everyone that was touched by Luke’s spirit and magnetism; especially his wife and son.
The mountains are chock full of colloquialisms that often draw blank looks from those unfamiliar with “high-country culture“. That said, my brothers Erik and Tommy, my main man, Andrew and I collaborated on a handy encyclopedia of terms that are thrown around in daily conversation. The below list should give you a leg up when it comes to communication during your visit to the mountains. Enjoy!
College spring break.
Even though we knew we would be spending the week in Naples, FL., we got to planning the trip as soon as New Years Day came to pass. It didn’t matter that our sleeping arrangements would be the same as last year or that we already knew that we’d be eating dinner at The Dock on Tuesday and The Pub on Wednesday (or that the two restaurants featured pretty much the exact same menu…) or that we’d swing by D&D’s for a breakfast time chat before we hit the road on our meandering four mile walks down to the Naples Beach Hotel. It was spring break and we were planners.
We overpacked, over-planned, and woke up extra early on the day of our departure, just to ensure that we made it to the airport with ample time; and when we finally walked out of the Ft. Myers Airport to D&D’s van, it felt like we were walking through Heaven’s palm-tree lined gates.
HB and I would begin each day with a morning walk and by the time we arrived back at the condo, whomever decided to sleep through the morning walk had already laid out all of our towels by the water. Every 30 minutes or so we’d pop up and take a refreshing dip in the pool, washing the salty sea air off our browned bodies. At noon someone would make the executive decision that it was time to hit the beach and we’d head down to Vedado Beach, sometimes with Dampa in tow on his daily bike ride, and repeat the aforementioned steps. 5 ‘o clock meant girl talk and a glass of wine with Damma by the bay and 7 ‘o clock meant grilling adventures and gossip with Dampa. It was perfection.
Throughout our time in paradise the beachy, conconutty, balmy scent of Hawaiian Tropic sunscreen permeated the air. It followed us to the beach, the pool, on walks, was imbedded into our clothes, and usually ended up infiltrating our suitcases, following us back to Miami of Ohio and Indiana University.
This morning I woke up to sapphire blue skies and temperatures in the 20s. Prior to heading out on my morning hike up the Dillion Nature Preserve, I lathered on some Hawaiian Tropic. Though there were three inches of new snow on the ground and I finished my hike atop the scenic ridgeline of the Dillon Peninsula, not along the beach of the Naples Beach Hotel, I could’ve sworn I was back in Naples, lounging on the sand with my girls.
Cheers from one beach to another!
It’s myself, Mercedes, her dog Rome, and Ms. Abbey. It’s finally the “weekend” and we’ve just finished the 4 mile climb up to Willow Falls. The dogs have been watered and had a swim in the pond, us chicks have been fed and are sufficiently pictured out, so we pack up our things and start the trek back down to the cars. The dogs are fairly “good” listeners so we have them off the leash to run about as they please. About a mile down I see a group of people heading our way, so I give shout to reign the pooches back in.
“No way”, says Mer, stopping dead in her tracks.
I look up, with a hopeful, yet fleeting thought that perhaps it’s a moose (my size must intimidate them to the point where avoidance is the only answer, as I have yet to see one in person).
“Is that a bird? On a leash?!”, says Mer in disbelief.
Low and behold, it was indeed, a bird on a leash! Not just any bird, a talking parrot, on a leash!
Snow, the parrot, took such a liking to Mercedes that he climbed right onto her shoulder, looked her straight in the eye, fluffed up his head feathers, and said “Hello”.
Anyway, fabulous hike. Absolutely beautiful and definitely doable for just about anyone. About 900 in vertical, on an otherwise meandering path through a striking pine tree forest. Here are some pics; however per usual, they don’t do the beauty of the scenery justice.
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