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.
“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
Over the past two years I’ve been working to identify what would make my life, my existence as a human less encumbered. Here’s what I have so far: No judgement. I’ll do me, you do you. Life is too short for the negativity and toxicity that stems from judgement. Do no intentional harm. Strive to positively impact the world around us. This a modification of the Golden Rule, I think. If rule two isn’t followed, then rule one will be void. Always carry an extra battery and an extra memory card. Life favors… Read More
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.
I’m an accidental gear-geek, unintentionally afflicted with a budget-burning desire to learn about, touch, and own the latest, greatest, and lightest the industry has to offer. Gear-geekyness is something that happens over time, and like a craft coffee addiction, it sneaks up without notice until one day the cost for a cup unicorn-infused java surpasses every other credit card charge for the month. But by then it’s too late, and a latte isn’t a latte unless it’s made with mermaid kisses or pixie dust. The outdoor gear industry is overwhelming to say… Read More
While we were in Munich, we decided that Austria was the next stop. I wanted to climb something Alp-y rather than stare longingly at the mountains as I had at Neuschwanstein. Throughout Oktoberfest, we asked a variety of our beer-table-buddies where we should go. Many of them recommended going to this sea or that sea; I chalked it up to the drunken musings of land-locked Oktoberfest goers. Two days after we arrived in Austria I realized they were saying see not sea (silly American). So, in Austria, a see is a lake. They tend to be named… Read More
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