This landscape is magic, potent, wise, and alive. So many stories embedded within its layers. Stories you begin to hear the quieter you become in her presence.
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Autumns Aura
Although Aspen trees are one living organism connected through their root system, they still strut their individuality, mostly visible within their changing leaves and watchful eyes. Without Aspens, Autumn wouldn’t have the same aura around here. The vividness of color can be electrifying, soulful, and sensationally stimulating. Pine trees keep their deep timbre-green needles the whole year through, offering not only contrast but a grand compliment to their fellow community grove members. What a lovely, harmonious relationship. The leaves have now fallen, decorating trails along the valley floor like rose petals often do a wedding aisle, leaving the faintest scent…
The Sacred Waters of Blue Lake, Colorado
Roughly 15 miles out and back through a valley appropriately named “Oh Be Joyful” lead us to questionably one of the most breathtaking alpine lakes. A single track, well-defined trail winds through fields of free range cattle, willow brush, and decomposing skunk cabbage. The valley is wide but eventually feels dome-like as you near the lake. Mountains seem to kiss the sky, a sky that felt far away but within reach, all at once. The dry summer and arrival of fall left a layer of lingering, seasonal scent. Dried foliage crunched beneath our feet, while the rhythm of our legs…
The First State of Delaware
Delaware, while it sure has many flaws, it has its treasures too. After all it is nicknamed “The Small Wonder”. Nestled within nuclear chem plants, an absurd amount of shopping centers, overpopulated highways, and a violent stricken city exists an array of ancient trees, lush -almost tropical landscapes, an assortment of preserved native plants and what’s left of the country. Rolling green hillsides, tulip polars and great white beech trees, the pungent fragrance of a fertile land, and the evening symphony of crickets and cicadas (or perhaps the roar of the Atlantic) all make up a small fraction of the…
Cinnamon Mountain Summit, Colorado
Late last week we made the trek to the summit of Cinnamon Mountain once again. After four trips to the peak I’ve still not grown weary of it. It sits nestled within Paradise Divide, enveloped by striking Rocky Mountains, blanketed in rich foliage and fragrant native wildflowers. Despite the drought or perhaps because of it the flowers were in full bloom. There were no shortage of lupines, purple aster, columbines, osha, and a vast variety of paintbrushes. You may recognize Cinnamon Mountain from Hiking Mountains at 55+ when we took my mom on her very first peak hike. What a memorable…
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