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

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

Princesses Dresses and Mountaineers: Welcome to the Alps (part uno)

There is a land, that’s sort of far away – like a 12 hour plane flight to be exact – that has both princess dresses and mountain climbing. And they are both seemingly a normal part of life. And beer. So much beer. These exactly meet my criteria for a definitive “heaven on earth”. Recently, Justin (husband) and I went to Munich for Oktoberfest and to see our friend Chris. We “planned” the trip on a whim while sitting on a different friend’s couch drinking beers one night. I use quotes because planned… 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

Meet the Adam and Eve of my mountain spirit

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

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.