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.
Six or seven individual lights at first in a cluster, began to form a line not dissimilar to the line of headlamps seen on an early morning hike up Longs. They moved as hikers might, in one direction up a trail. But suddenly they stopped – all of them. At the same time. We turned our headlamps off to avoid drawing further attention to ourselves.
As it turns out – cars need gas to run. It also turns out Canyonlands National Park is 527 square miles. Our third day in Moab didn’t go quite as planned. We set off from camp with about a quarter tank of gas and expecting to drive about 40 miles to do a bit of hiking. Little did I know that the trail I was hoping to do was nearly three hours from the park entrance. Can we chalk that up to a blonde moment? Fortunately we were at the park in the early… Read More
“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