“Gotta stop to breathe,” I yelled to my friend, Julie. Holy shit! I forgot how the altitude affects your breathing. I forgot how difficult even an ‘easy’ 14er can be. A 14er is a 14,000 foot mountain. There are officially 53 of them in Colorado, a state I lived in for 15 years. I…
Home. It’s where the heart is. There’s no place like it. For me, it’s been a confusing word over the past 4 1/2 years. I’ve written about not feeling at home in Cincinnati (where I currently live and where I am from) and feeling more at home out there in the world. I’ve talked…
In honor of Independence Day on Friday, we are wandering our way to a very American place. There’s very few places that match the beauty (at least for me) of the Colorado Rocky Mountains in summer. Wildflowers erupt in a riotous array of color. Patches of white snow stand out agains the grey-brown rugged…
