Sitting on the edge of my current state of reality and stepping forward into a new and massively awesome reality... it’s time to let go of fear. Colorado, along with New York City, have sparked a sense of awe inside of me that has helped in me taking a step back to understand how I live, experience and perceive my limited days on this earth... and the exciting part is that this is only the beginning 💪🏽 #solofemaletraveler#girlswhobackpack
Walker Castle Ruins. This was once a mighty mansion that sat high up in the foothills, at about 7500 ft, in Morrison, Colorado. It boasts views of both Red Rocks and Denver off in the distance, and it’s a nice hike getting up there, depending from which side of Mount Falcon Park park you are on.
Some states call these mountains. In Colorado they are called foothills. The humble beginnings of too-many-to-actually-count mountains, many soaring to over 13,000 and even 14,000 ft above sea level. Fun fact: Only 2/5 of the state is flat, and lowest point - the Arkansas River - is STILL more than 3,000 ft above sea level.
I kinda get a chuckle when in the heart of hunting season in so many places, I run into—literally very nearly tripped over—this herd of doe, here in this mile-or-so radius of Meadow Trail/Devil’s Elbow, pretty much every single time I’ve ever run this course (which might be 20 times or more this year). I’d probably be grossly underestimating if I said I saw 100 deer this year alone.
I made him giggle with my vow “I promise to always remind you how handsome you are, and touch your butt-even if you don’t like it” Because if you aren’t obsessed with your man, you’re doing it wrong. 😍🤗😂