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what more could the state of colorado possibly have to give? don't answer that, not just yet. i can't get over how much there is to explore and it's not like i'm sitting around thinking about the one great weekend trip that happened two summers ago when i first moved here and reliving that. to have a passion is to purse something with intent. deeply. along with so many other Coloradans there is a true pining to be outside. there isn't much to explain here, just that this is how you are wired and what you long for. i suppose i have a crush on the rocky mountains and sometimes they like me back. isn't it rather amazing that people live in flat places with no geographical flux around them? and more than this, they are okay with it. perhaps there is proximity to such terrain. how dare i be so presumptuous? don't answer that either.
great news here: the means to pursue the passion of this so called outside life can come in so many forms. you can hike it out, ski down it, run through it, climb up it, bike around it, float down it, snow shoe into it and these are just what come to mind. i'm partial to a few but always willing to give anything* a shot.
so, the weekend before last we went on a hut trip. not until two months ago did i actually know what a hut trip was so don't feel unfit if you don't know either. apparently and supposedly there are a network of cabin like huts that connect vail to aspen. and here in the rocky mountains they are the 10th mountain huts, 29 of them to be exact and built for the men who trained there during WWII. pretty sweet if you ask me. well, we snowshoed in with 7 new friends and gained around 2,000 ft. over 6 or so miles. it was tough, but not like the hate-my-life-rightnow-why am i doing this for fun-tough. just the ordinary great accomplishment feeling where you are still in decent spirits. we blazed through new snow, got the hut heated, melted and boiled snow for water, played cards on an elvis deck and chatted with new friends all the while up in the mtns. in the middle of nowhere colorado. and thanks.
*by anything i mean almost anything, where right now i'm not sure there is anything i wouldn't try but not just anything.
great news here: the means to pursue the passion of this so called outside life can come in so many forms. you can hike it out, ski down it, run through it, climb up it, bike around it, float down it, snow shoe into it and these are just what come to mind. i'm partial to a few but always willing to give anything* a shot.
so, the weekend before last we went on a hut trip. not until two months ago did i actually know what a hut trip was so don't feel unfit if you don't know either. apparently and supposedly there are a network of cabin like huts that connect vail to aspen. and here in the rocky mountains they are the 10th mountain huts, 29 of them to be exact and built for the men who trained there during WWII. pretty sweet if you ask me. well, we snowshoed in with 7 new friends and gained around 2,000 ft. over 6 or so miles. it was tough, but not like the hate-my-life-rightnow-why am i doing this for fun-tough. just the ordinary great accomplishment feeling where you are still in decent spirits. we blazed through new snow, got the hut heated, melted and boiled snow for water, played cards on an elvis deck and chatted with new friends all the while up in the mtns. in the middle of nowhere colorado. and thanks.
*by anything i mean almost anything, where right now i'm not sure there is anything i wouldn't try but not just anything.
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