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.
“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
The past year has been filled with mountain lessons too numbered to count, and I’ve only just begun. I’ve come a long way from the limitations of trudging up class 2 trails. Oh yes. Now I gasp and wheeze my way up class 3 and 4 routes as well. It isn’t graceful or pretty or speedy, but every route gets slightly easier(ish). More importantly though, are the moments, people and places that make each weekend hill-session so memorable. With only two months left in 2015, I want to share a few of my favorites. I’ll… 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.
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.
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