I tend to be a rather reserved person. That is, unless, you get to know me. Then I may reveal entirely more about myself than you ever cared to know! But over the years I have learned that guarding certain areas of my life and my heart are of the highest priority. Which is why me talking about visiting my boyfriend in Colorado this past weekend is kind of a big deal! First, I should probably explain who this handsome fella is! We met at a cycling Meet-Up group. I went because I needed to start riding again, and this particular group is all older (60+) I wasn’t looking to meet anyone (nor did I particularly want to at this point) and figured this group was a safe bet. Until this good looking younger guy rolled up on his bike. Then he started talking. Oh my goodness, he had an Australian accent! I’m a sucker for accents, and apparently he thought I was cute and interesting, because we pretty much hit it off and haven’t stopped talking since. Fast forward to last week. Mark was about to embark on a 6 week work/fun road trip across America. At this point, things had been going really well, and neither of us were too excited about spending a month and a half apart. Nonetheless, Mark set off for Colorado. A couple days later, we got to talking, and before you know it, I had myself tickets booked to Boulder. Our first night was spent in a little cabin like motel at the base of the Flat Irons.
Two of my dear friends, Emma and Sara, from Northern Virginia have also moved to Boulder, and a third dear friend, Abi was also out there this weekend with her husband Amos! So not only was I able to see my someone special, but it was also a mini girls weekend reunion! We quickly decided that a camp out in the mountains was just what we all needed. Emma brought her two adorable pups, Finn and Zoe, along with Avery the hot dog. We all camped out in the Indian Peaks Wilderness outside of El Dora. We set out to hike Arapahoe Peak, which was about an 8 mile loop with 3000+ feet in elevation gain. Friends, let me tell you something. Those mountains ain’t no joke (yes, I am aware of the double negative!) In 24 hours I went from 300 ft above sea level to 13,000 feet above sea level. The air (what air!) just isn’t the same at that altitude! The hiking may have not been the most difficult, but attempting to breathe sure was! Mark and I stopped about 400 meters short of the summit, which turned into rock scrambling up a pretty steep mountain face. And you know, we were perfectly ok with not getting to the top. Sometimes half the fun is just experiencing the journey along the way.
While not everything went according to plan (altitude sickness is a VERY real thing) I had the most wonderful time spending a weekend with people near and dear to my heart. And now Mark and I only have 5 more weeks to go! But as the old saying goes, Distance does make the heart grow fonder.