Every year on our annual holiday in Colorado, we go on a hike. At least one, up into the mountains for a full day of walking, trees, birdwatching and sitting on rocks wishing for death.
I love to hike, famously. In Colorado we are like a mile above sea level, it’s dry, hot and uphill. I normally spend the first half of the hike sitting down every 5 minutes saying “no, you go on, I’m fine” whilst crying because ITS HOT AND THERE IS ALTITUDE AND STUFF, while Matt and his Dad and if we are lucky our friend Jess bound up the hill like bloody mountain goats.
It’s fine though because I get to take lots of nice photographs along the way, trying not to think about that episode of Six Feet Under where someone gets eaten by a mountain lion whilst out walking or something. They’re real guys and they’re watching you.
When we get to the top there is always an extra part, a “bonus level” if you will. I normally choose to sit down and have a cheeky “mountain beer” at this point while everyone else goes and climbs a giant rock or something foolish. I mean we just walked 500 miles UP a mountain, why would I want to do MORE MOUNTAIN?
The way down is always the best part. It’s the afternoon so its a bit cooler, I’ve had a sit down and a snickers bar whilst looking over some spectacular view, everyone is happy because I’ve stopped complaining.
These are all photographs from our trip in 2015. I can’t remember what the name of the hike was, but it was a good long one. It might be the one we saw a snake on (I’ve never run down a mountain so fast in my life) or the one where we walked through lush forest at the end, they all kind of blend together in their beauty and difficulty levels.
Worth every second of it though.
Oh this is a bonus flat iron from when we hung out in Boulder for a day, before which we drove to the top of the hill to look over the city. A bit of a companion piece to this blog can be enjoyed over on Total Ales, where Matt shared some photographs we both took that day in Boulder and you can laugh at the fact that we both took the exact same Flatiron photograph.
In a little of a month I’ll be back in my favourite state, sippin’ pumpkin sour beers and probably crying halfway up a mountain once again (not at the same time, I’m a professional now, I have proper boots). I can’t wait!