Weekend Wandering: Paved in Gold
Oct 3-4, 2015
As it turns out, I rank experiences on a number of categories to determine the appropriate level of stoke:
- Road trip/travel
- New place
- New people
- New skill or boundary pushed
I’m still working on order of priority, but weekends that involve road trips easily rank toward the top of my list simply because there are very few things I love more than driving through the hills (for those of you who live in CO, the I-70 parking lot doesn’t apply here).
I think its important to note that this particularly golden weekend happened in part thanks to social media. And this isn’t new for me. For all of the negative attention it has received lately, social media can be an amazing tool that turns handles to handshakes, font to firewood, pixels into real-life people. Several of the amazing humans I’m fortunate to call friends started out as digital conversations.
So when I received an email to join both digital and real-life friends in a dispersed-car-camping-extravaganza near Kebler Pass in Crested Butte, I (then subconsciously) assessed: Road trip? check. New place? check. New people? check. Friends? check. Mountains? check. New Skill or boundary pushing? TBD. Marshmallows? check. check. check.
Needless to say, stoke level was high.
Leaving in the middle of the night ensures several things: no traffic, 90’s pop, and tons of “ooOOoo look at that!” and “we HAVE to get a shot of that” moments.
These are the best moments, the ones that are unplanned.
Then there’s morning golden hour – as the sun started to rise over the hills, the magic of the hour helped to discover possibly one of the best local doughnut shops we never knew existed. And (in that same hour) we played “Let’s See Where That Road goes”, which ended in coffee, doughnuts and views like this for breakfast.
Fun fact: do research. Seriously. Wandering is fun too, but if you have your heart set on scrambling, understanding the approach is pretty key. Taking a stroll in an aspen grove was a good plan B though.
Do you remember when you were a kid and you went to pick up something pretty or sparkly or shiny? But then were told “do no touch.” Thankfully, those rules don’t apply in the hills.
Golden hour and “Let’s See Where That Road goes” – round 2.
“goodNESS, you ladies sure are dressed up this evening. May I escort you?” — me, talking to the mountains as I took this photo.
Because road trips. and freedom. and magic.
Headed toward camp for snoozes and dinner after a long day of hiking and sunset watching. This pup’s face says it all.
Weather in Colorado is fickle at best. Clouds hung over our camp for a good portion of the night. We made Reeses s’mores (yes, that’s a thing. A glorious, glorious thing.) and talked about the important things like outdoor gear technology, the merits of onesies and Marvel as a brand. As the fire started to die down, we realized the clouds had cleared just enough to see the last good bit of the Milky Way before it disappeared for the winter.
Waking up to watch the sun wake up is all part of it. Quite possibly the hardest part, but rarely without reward.
We decided to hike up to a nearby lake for a little sunrise SUP sesh. She hauled her iSUP, I carried an inflatable twin mattress. If I had a paddle, it would have worked.
It didn’t work, so she paddled me around instead.
For the record, this was almost better than coffee. Almost.
I don’t do yoga – I should though, if for no other reason than for flexibility and endurance.
Honestly, the serenity of this moment, on this lake, with this human cannot be properly conveyed. Hence my previous statement about coffee.
“It’s life. It’s interesting. It’s fun.” — Bob Ross