blissful soul
this is my favorite pictures from my trip to colorado.
couldn’t tell you why.
maybe because i felt so awesome at this point. it was 8 days into pure mountain bliss. my soul was relaxed and had bee for over a week - something i can’t remember feeling in a long, long time.
i was atop hoosier pass, which is also along the continental divide. the continental divide goes from the tip top of alaska all the way down to the tippy toe of mexico, mostly mountainous and marks the separation of the watersheds that drain to the pacific (west, duh) and atlantic (uh….east) oceans. its tall and seriously magical. this go round i came up from the south and dropped into summit county. the roads are STEEP, super windy, narrow and crazy. and the locals, especially on the southern side, are a little bit mountain folky and i’d argue a bit too comfortable on the pass. i had folks passing me, which admittedly doesn’t sound all that insane, but trust me, these roads are fucking insane. the views are incredible too, so i found myself zoning out and looking at all the pretty instead of 100% focusing on the road. oh survival.
the day was perfect. to be honest, all the days were perfect. even days that saw rain were perfect. in colorado, even if it rains, its only for a short while then its gorgeous again. did you know that? it’s true.
i forgot about the crap. by this point in my trip i was 100% where i was. enjoying slight solitude, enjoying music, enjoying mountains, enjoying sunshine and cool evenings, enjoying friends, longing for a future that contained it all. i was so deeply involved in my present that i forgot i have a job that doesn’t do it for me. i forgot about any personal troubles. i forgot about my insecurities. i forgot about humidity. PEOPLE, I FORGOT ABOUT HUMIDITY!
i walked my bare feet around the top of the world breathing and smiling and dreaming of more. then i got in the car and barreled into summit county, pass through breck for the second time that week where the tourists and locals prepared for a quick afternoon storm before the fireworks kicked off (it took everything i had in me to keep from pulling into a familiar driveway and hunkering down for the night with food, wine and views that only the rockies can provide), and went on my merry way to nederland, which is a hippie-filled tale for another day…
