“Remember: where you’re going, there are no roads.” — Doc Brown, Back to the Future III Time travel + van life wrapped in a nifty old western motif? Yep, I’d give it a go. If someone were to ask “would you like to arrive at the trailhead via Delorean or train?” I’m going to pick train, every time. Want to take a train to the trailhead of one of the most stunning basins in Colorado? As luck would have it, you can. The train doesn’t time travel, but the view is breath taking. Here are… Read More
So much of the beauty comes from amount of effort it took to get there.
Weekend Wandering // Oct 23-25, 2015: Iron Roads You promised yourself to the mountains, so you go. Sometimes my trips start as part of an email chain, a Facebook group message, long conversations about where and when to go. Other times, they start like this: “Wanna still do the Via Ferrata? I’ll do it with you” “YES.” “Ok. I can leave Friday night.” I love a good road trip with open-ended details. There’s something exciting about knowing where you’re headed, but not what you’ll see or do along the way. Very few things… Read More
Most hill-lusting, mountain-addicts probably remember their first Moss Piglet – that moment when the challenge of the journey was accepted as a part of the experience. Rather than silence negativity, Moss Piglets adapt and are motivated by it. They crave harder, limit pushing experiences, knowing the payoff (and the high) will be that much better.
When waterfalls are statues, hobbit dance at your own risk (read: Timberline Falls – exploring RMNP)
It is so tempting, but the warning is advisable. Newly frozen waterfalls inexplicably beg to be danced under – the glassy, clear ice folds a la melted Ring Pop; a window stage to the water flowing below. But the ice is thin in pockets, so barring a desire to reenact Titanic, dancing sometimes takes place next to said ice sculpture rather than beneath it. This past weekend I was in need of a little RMNP. While I usually have a dearth of hiking buddies, I surprisingly had two friends join me (stoked because I’m afraid… Read More
My parents came for a visit last week. To paint a verbal picture of who they are would take, quite literally, forever. So I’ll just say this: I’m my mother’s physical doppelganger and voice mimc. I inherited my father’s determination (read: stubbornness), emotional distance, and minimalist personality. That doesn’t even begin to describe them, but its a start. My parents had me out on trail at (and they’ll correct me if I’m wrong) about age zero. While they may have moved me to the flat land of Florida at the ripe old age of four,… Read More
I expected this past weekend to be a truly wet and rainy backpacking experience, but the weather gods smiled and treated us to a few sprinkles – nothing more. This was my first hike through the area and I loved every beautiful minute. The season is getting late so there’s a bit more brown in the color mix, however there are still a decent number of stubborn wildflowers in it for the long haul. The Trail Description: We started at the Rich Creek TH and wandered up Tumble Creek Trail. It connects up to Rich… Read More
I finally got around to editing the video from last weekend 🙂 As I head out this morning to do some backpacking with the Colorado Mountain Club, I’ll leave you with this. Happy weekend folks! ~m.
“…it’s about feeling free, unbounded, shedding the distractions and barriers of our civilization—not bringing them with us.” ― Ryel Kestenbaum I first learned to backcountry backpack when I was 18, as a gift from my parents. I went with Outward Bound to the San Juan Mountains of Colorado for three glorious weeks of natural freedom. The trip itself was the very definition of a love/hate relationship. I loathed my frozen boots and the daily hauling of water. At sixty percent of my body weight, the packs were heavy. But every morning, without fail, the hills… Read More