A Walk in the Park

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

Everyone needs a little chaos

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.

Weekend Wandering: Tracks to Trails

“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

One Foot in Front of the Other

So much of the beauty comes from amount of effort it took to get there.

Weekend Wandering: Iron Roads

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

Life Rules (so far)

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

Weekend Wandering: Photo Essays

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

Strong, my kindred sister

Far more than physical, strength is in the mind. It’s the ability to push past our own boundaries, demolish the walls that scream “no you can’t”, and do more than you ever thought possible.  I love this friend-sister and hope everyone has people in their lives who inspire them 🙂  ~m.

Moab: Day 2

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

Moab: Day 1

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