onwardtosteamboat

a place i've mentioned before annnd abbbsolutely adore [low-al, that's for you] is steamboat springs. and it is only a breathtaking three hours drive from denver, assuming your jetta can make it up the passes. mine just cleared. whew!

so we loaded up some friends, a few bikes and were off into the night. what is it about road tripping at night that makes waking up at your destination so much more of an excitement? well, duh that's easy, it's because you can't see what's around until the sun shines upon it the next morn. having this feeling while being surrounded by mountains makes it to my top five reasons to wake up in the morning. right up there with christmas tree festivities, a packed day of climbing and perhaps french toast. you just never know what you are going to get, but you can bet it's going to be good. like perchance i will get a Huffy, or i'll lead a great pitch, maybe even put bananas in my french toast. there is always a twist of fate when it comes to waking up early and crossing that over unknown expectations. well, not sure there is quite a thing as unknown expectations. that is a horrible contradiction. isn't an expectation something you expect or assume to happen? so how could it be unknown, if you are knowing of it? obviously i'm not doing much mental editing here. i guess it would be more true to say i had expectations of undergoing a supreme time and wasn't exactly sure how that was going to be achieved.

no matter what difficulty trail you ride as long as it posses some level of danger and you act dangerously, mountain biking is the ultimate thrill. i guess you could say the same about skiing since a lot of ski runs are transformed into mtn. bike trails in the winter with thanks to the change of seasons. but i'm still not completely convinced. check back if i survive this winter's ski season. so we located a great "beginner" trail just out the back door of our place and began to snake our way up and down, though mostly up, into the routt national forest. the tall grasses sweeping at our sides and the aspen's yellow leaves shining from above, it was a touch magical. the trail was so nice, i did it twice.
wait a sec. i think i stole that from newyork newyork.

welp, no digital camera + no disposal camera = no pictures.

lumpyridge
it's friday; we do haiku.

estes park locals
new sights of rocky mountain
death to the approach

shit, don't you deck now
twin owls are a lovely sight
one-hundred foot crack

[how does the rule go with contractions? don't = 1 syllable, while do+not = 2 syllable]

augustair

i can't help but believe that nostalgia's thick as the august air. well, maybe the august air in texas and not so much colorado. nonetheless, something about the combination of a dense draft and the sweltering heat gets down to our core that evokes this nostalgia. which ever it may be, the most insane smallest of details come to the forefront of my mind and i have no idea why.
the sound the boardwalk made when my friends and i ran up to the rotating spinney ride at fiesta texas.
the cold concrete on my feet when i walk outside onto the patio at my grandma's house on a winter day in albuquerque
the crunching leaves under my shoes as i waltz out of studio on a friday afternoon to a deserted campus.

i drift off to reminisce and are amazed at the minute things that consume my head. it simply amazes me. this past weekend i went home to san antonio and it, for obvious reasons, couldn't have come at a more precise time. i talked and laughed with great friends, danced in my mom's new house, swam in a pool for the first time this summer, and attended church with david robinson. for so many reasons i couldn't live in san antonio, though the city fills a part of me that reaches the spots only nostalgia sees, and that's something to speak of.

yes, it's the alamo and yes i've only been there once. sad, yes i know.

suchbeauty


...and the wildflowers are coming up everywhere—lupine and wild iris and Shasta daisy and a dozen others. The aspens have their heart-shaped leaves again, trembling in the slightest breeze. Massive thunderclouds are rolling in, bringing with them the glorious sunsets they magnify. The earth in summer is brimming with beauty, beauty of such magnificence and variety and unembarrassed lavishness, ripe beauty, lush beauty, beauty given to us with such generosity and abundance it is almost scandalous.

i stumbled upon this description of our wet colorado spring and its astounding aftermath. i want to understand that beauty is more than: being essential to god; it is the essence of god.

youwannago?

what gives a person natural impulse? is it the things they have done that day, or the day previous or even the last 1,671 days previous of that which create this natural tendency to act with impulse and spontaneity? when we act spontaneously, often the repercussions of our actions are not known, or else we might not act out in such a way. when driving home from winter park this weekend and coming upon the mt. evans exit my friend shouts out..you wanna go? it was getting later in the day and i know the drive up isn't a super short one and man i'm really hungry, it would probably be in our best interest to skip out this time. maybe next time when we are heading back this way with a few hours of daylight left and the gorgeous colorado skies are beaming at us on a not too hot summer afternoon, yes then we will go. awhat?! who am i and why am i thinking such thoughts? against my awful judgement we took the exit and drove just shy of 14,000 feet. we saw echo lake, the chicago lakes, summit lake and even frolicked around to catch some great views of guanella pass. mmm mmm this place is beautiful. hopefully my spontaneous self that i know is in there will always be at the forefront.

anewmexico

sometimes it only takes a day's travel to get back to where your heart belongs. lately my mind has been in a place of oddity [for me at least], a place where people annoy me, time can't stop for even a few minutes and joy is mostly found when alone or around a 'few'.

do you ever think you find yourself in that the dilemma of desire is too much to live with, and so we abandon and disown our desire?

last weekend i flew down to albuquerque and got the chance to spend some time with my grandmother. i know i have been told more than once and by more than one that i ask A LOT of questions. do i? the majority of conversation with her was no different as i was enamored with her life and the smallest of details that got her to where she is today. her's is such a journey to be appreciated and so amazingly well remembered that i was left pondering past years and realizing that what i could remember did mean the most to me. funny how that works out.

i went for a trail run in the sandia mountains and couldn't have felt better about getting out in the southwest desert heat, jumping over boulders and running up the sand of a trail. i didn't see another person on the trek which was fine by me and i somehow managed to get terribly lost in the thicket of cactus country. awesome.

[sandia mtns.]

intothesun

oh my, montana is one overlooked state! i can't believe how many older people [whatever that means] said that they had never been there. a few drive throughs, even less visits, no live theres and plenty of never beens. i felt privileged. the destination was just shy of the canadian border and the plans were to beat ourselves up with bikes, trails, rivers, rafts, fishing rods, tents or no tents, and the most of which beauty.

Our experience of beauty transcends our ability to speak about it, for its magic lies beyond the power of words. Perhaps that is why it is so healing—beauty is pure gift

there is so much that we adventured i could write a short story on the trip and i'm sure still leave something out. we were mostly flying by the seat of our pants but one sure thing we planned was a bike ride from the west end of glacier national park to the east side. for the most part each national park has a designated road that winds you throughout giving unapologetic views of its pleasing landscape. most who travel this route do so in the comfort of their vehicle and hopefully at least with windows down. we had something else in mind and thought what better way than to experience glacier on bicycles. grand idea, right? well, currently my max mileage has not quite hit the double digits since i so wonderfully live 4 miles from work. needless to say, ready i was not. however, 32 enduring yet beautiful miles later we made it up to the 6,646 ft. pass and luckily oxygen was on our side since we live in the mile high city. it was such a heighten sense of accomplishment that we passed out for two hours right off the foot traffic of so many visitors at logan's pass. once refreshed we began the descent. i can barely explain the rush and feeling that surged though me when i flew down the other side of the pass. definitely a little scared at times but tried my best to not hold the brakes and keep my eyes on the road and off the beauty for fear of the most epic fall of my lifetime. a significant less amount of time it took us to crawl up glacier and 17 close calls later we exited the east side of the park. to my surprise the atmosphere on one end was drastically different than the other; we entered in density and exited on expanse, though both stunning in its own respect. we then proceeded to hitchhike....with our bikes.... but that's another story.

coloradosummer

oh sweet summer season, i have been anticipating your arrival.
to me summer is a time for days at the pool, grilling, riding bikes, fireworks, lake trips, camp, lazy afternoons, spontaneous nights, chicken salad, swings, all things fruit, playing tennis, bare feet, playing tennis while barefoot and dad getting mad, though this is just naming a few.

i remember when i was living in rome and other people i was studying with would dash off for single weekends at a time to other countries. and i'm not talking just the next country over. i'm talking like far across europe. it was cool and i'm sure they had a blast but i suppose i was more interested in what italy had to offer and what was just a bus a train and a jump away from rome.
as much as i wish i was still in school for the summer vacation and all that has to offer; i really can't complain too much. living in colorado is currently enough satisfaction. so, this summer i really want to traverse through this state finding little towns perfectly situated in the mountains, climbing to summits that lets me see for miles and even exploring more of denver. though most importantly, hoping to be constantly consumed by the beauty of colorado. so come on, work with me weekends.

let's go here:

steamboat springs
lumpy ridge
denver public library
durango
put my foot on the four corners
buffalo exchange on 13th avenue
black canyon of the gunnison n.p.
botanical gardens
summit of mt. of the holy cross
oh, and plenty of garage sales.

but first, an enterprise to montana.

passdeindependence

colorado has approximately 53 mountain passes. dang! that's a lot. this is just one:


as i was skimming through them i was trying to think back on which passes i had previously been to, though sadly couldn't recall more than about 5.
the pass of a mountain can often be compared to a saddle point and is almost always at alpine tundra, the point where there is no tree growth because of the high altitude. were talking high, at least like 8,000 feet sky high. here's a reference point--san antonio sits at a mere 650 feet above sea level. and well, who doesn't like to get up real high? hope i'm not being too much of a biased climber.
Q: why does one climb?
A: to get on top of something and all the gratifying emotions that comes with that.

i recently went to independence pass, at 12, 095 feet, located in between leadville and aspen colorado. [i sure thought the rocky mountains would be a little rockier than this] this place is b-e-autiful and beyond any doubt deserves a trip back to. this pass is colorado's highest paved road sitting in the sawatch mountain range. we totally lucked out and got to go the "short way" since the pass had just reopened memorial day weekend. apparently this area gets a hefty amount of snow and is only open from late may until early november. the intentions for the trip was to climb, nothing new there but i can't help but rant and rave that the places climbing take you to are worth the journey on its own. you get to camp on the arkansas river, you are perpetually effected by the elements [this is a soul awakening good thing], sit by a fire and drink p.b.r. oh, and look at sights such as this:

perhaps from here on out i'll pay more attention to the passes i'm driving on and stop to soak it up.

roadtrippin'

oh what a spontaneous road trip offers! no expectations, no real road map, no specific time frame. heighten senses emerging around each corner, abnormal amounts of cd listening, all that good stuff. the reason for the trip was to climb, simply climb. oh, and the destination was arkansas.

after some fast decisions, there was no turning back and we set off probably too late but who cares right? there was somewhere to be gettin' to. nothing, not darkness, not sleep deprivation, not even a pitcher of long island ice tea was going to hold us back. i was traveling with a person i could talk to for the 12 hour drive and still have more to talk about after arriving. remarkable i must say. i came to realize a lot of things about traveling and more specifically road-tripping that had previously crossed my mind but never made it to words. life on the road is quite a capricious lifestyle and nothing i have fully experienced. i can tell however it breathes new life into ones soul. i suppose the closest i have come to this is living in rome, but funny enough didn't operate a vehicle for 6 months so no road tripping, just train tripping.

i had never made this drive before so even though the majority was what some would say "the most boring drive in the US" across the flat midwest, i didn't mind it one bit. we caught the sliver of a moon and an uncommonly pink sunrise. pulling into fayetteville and more specifically driving around the university was so odd. just plain odd. it made me happy, sad, nostalgic and maybe a few other things. i should have taken a few hours and walked around campus but choose a nap instead.

the crazy thing about this trip was that i was going back to a very familiar place to do something i had never done there before. we left for horseshoe canyon ranch in the morning and spent 2 days there. we climbed, we climbed in the rain, we made new friends, we watched the rain soak into sandstone and tried not to get too upset about the predicament. even though weather conditions hurt the climbing situation it was still great to get out of the city life and into a slower pace. isn't part of the program in spontaneous action to be accepting of change whether you prefer it or not?
step 1: assess the situation.
step 2: do what you can/want.
step 3: be happy.
if you can't do these things i believe life on the road is not for you. but what do i know? i haven't been there.