We get outside to live by tide and sun and galaxy to meet ourselves to meet each other – newly free from pretense and pavement. “Want to go to the park?” Yes. Yes I want to go to the park. I always want to go to the park. More than a swath of green lawn, Rocky Mountain National Park swaps buildings for mountains and fountains for falls. It’s home. Kept wonderfully wild, protected from development and open 24/7, National Parks are truly magic. They are windows into the past, glimpses… Read More
What do you do, when passion runs a muck in your brain? When it consumes you and fuels insanity and opens doors to lands you’ve only read about in fairytales? Dance in the glitter- that’s what you do. And then dive headfirst into it, because to deny passion is to deny magic, I think.
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery… I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
I don’t think there’s anything quite as satisfying as waking up in a tent to the early morning wilderness. Don’t get me wrong – marshmallows, a decent burger and cider after a long hike, and petting fluffy things are all close runners up; but there’s something more to witnessing and existing in the dawn’s ambiance. Sometimes I think that if I’m still enough, I might actually be able to hear the earth breathe, to see the ripple of its pulse move through everything around me. I think that’s why I dig solo hiking so much: my brain finally stops… Read More
Every weekend should be a three-day weekend. Even though its only one more day, I feel like the amount of exploring is exponentially increased and time seems to slow down (in a good way). The Mister, a friend from Florida, Mountain Man, and I headed to Moab early Friday AM. Truthfully, I wanted to disappear into the hills here in CO, but having never experienced Utah beyond ski resorts, I was game for a new adventure. Upon returning I have one word: holyshitsticksamazingmagicwonderland. There is a connection in that place – a draw… Read More