When my sister and I were kids, we’d start complaining on Friday nights about going skiing. We’d complain about getting up early and about being stuffed into snowsuits and having to wear googles and that our boots hurt and that we had to walk what felt like a million miles across Copper’s main village to get to the lifts.
As soon as we hit the slopes, we’d have a blast, but once it was time to call it a day, we’d be back to complaining. My dad would gather his skis, my skis, my sisters skis and my mom’s skis, my mom would take everyone’s poles and I would ensure my little sister didn’t eat it in the icy parking lot.
Continue reading “Thanks, Dad.”
In the last days of December, as I envisioned what I wanted 2018 to look like, I tried to create a word for the year.
2017 was a good year, but it was also a hard year for me. I struggled mightily against what I dubbed a case of the “meh’s”. I struggled to do things: big things, little things, even the things I loved to do seemed like a huge chore. I struggled to do housework, to make time for friends, to cook. I just felt “meh”.
2018 needed to be different and the word that came to mind when I envisioned the new year was not one, but three: motivated, passionate, inspired.
Continue reading “Motivated, Passionate, Inspired.”
Travel diary on exploring Telluride
My favorite campsites are the ones you discover in the middle of the night, the ones that surprise and stun you when the sun rises.
We’d pulled up in the middle of the night, so had no idea what we’d wake up to. The temperature had plummeted in the wee hours of the morning and when I woke, in my hat, gloves, two pairs of pants and down jacket inside my zero degree sleeping bag, a hot cup of coffee was the only thing on my mind.
I unzipped the door and numbly shoved my socked feet into my hiking boots. I went to pull aside the fly and froze, my breath a cloud billowing above me.
Continue reading “Telluride, Camping at 11,000 ft in September”
On New Year’s Eve last year, we sat in a coffee shop in Five Points, drafting our 2017 New Year’s Resolutions. Among twenty other things, I wrote “Hike to a hot springs”.
Summer 2017 came and went and we didn’t end up hiking to a hot springs. Another resolution, like “Continue my drama-free stint with mom” that fell under the loose-some category of you-win-some-you-loose-some.
Last month I found myself in Tofino, British Columbia, getting on a float plane with three women who had been strangers to me up until three days before to fly to a remote coastline where we would hike to a hot springs.
Intention is a powerful thing.
Continue reading “The Power of Intention”
[all photos by Coldiron Photography]
We’ve officially been engaged for over six months and the wedding date is now less than a year away. This new adventure that is our journey to marriage is well underway!
Last month we headed to Rocky Mountain National Park with Allie and Marcus Coldiron, the amazing couple that make up Coldiron Photography to have our engagement photos taken.
When I first saw Dream Lake, I knew it would be an amazing place for engagement photos. When Topher proposed and we started talking about all things wedding, Dream Lake was in the back of my mind for an engagement photo session. But then, I started to let that practical part of my brain take over. Hiking after getting your hair and makeup done isn’t practical. Balling a $100 dress that’s been immaculately hung in your closet all week into your backpack and changing in the woods isn’t practical. Hiking in the Colorado Rockies at 3pm definitely isn’t practical.
Continue reading “Oh darling, let’s be adventurers!”
Aspen is undoubtedly one of my favorite places to visit, but it can also be crazy expensive. Staying, eating and recreating can quickly add up to the point that a stay-cation starts to come with a vacation price tag.
We try to visit Aspen at least once a year, if not more, so I’ve put together this guide on how not to go broke in a matter of days!
Where to stay
My favorite thing about Aspen is its insane natural beauty. There are plenty of campgrounds in the Aspen area, but my favorite place to camp in the warmer months is a dispersed camping area at the very end of Castle Creek Road. From Aspen, follow Castle Creek Road past the ghost town of Ashcroft to the very end. Continue reading “Visiting Aspen as a broke, sort of broke, or just normal human being”
I’ve never liked to do things on my own.
As a child, having to leave my mom and dad terrified me so much, I’d refuse to go to Sunday School unless my mom was the teacher.
When my sister was born, she was the best gift my little being could have ever dreamed of.
She became my best friend and my constant companion. Having a partner in crime let me be brave in trying new things. Being homeschooled, I hardly ever had to go anywhere or do anything that didn’t involve my little sister.
When I started community college, my best friend Serena became my constant companion. I was the brave one, the one that signed us up for theatre auditions and drug us to parties and instigated college visit road trips, but only because she was by my side.
When I met my now fiance, Topher, he became my constant companion.
Besides random, anxiety filled, singular experiences, I never had to do life alone until I moved to Boulder and started university.
Continue reading “On Being Afraid & Cold Water Surfing”