I'll Say Goodbye to Colorado

 

 

Back when we were in Colorado last month we spent a few nights in the Rocky Mountains. After weeks of being cooped up in Woody and with plenty of energy to burn we embarked on quite an ambitious hike. As we reached each milestone we figured we'd just keep pushing ourselves further and further until eventually we were stumbling over seemingly untraversed rocks and I was near dragging myself up the steep incline. I may of proclaimed at this point that I wanted to die.

Just so you know i'm not fooling, most of the other hikers were brandishing those funny hiking spike implements and one tough looking guy had a super heavy nosebleed. I like to think that this had something to do with the high altitude as the air seemed pretty thin, but who knows...

In the end it was well worth the pain as we reclined at the mountains peak under shady trees feeling the cool spray of a giant waterfall on our faces, eating snacks and watching trail horses trot past.

The next day we settled on a much milder hike and afterwards swung by the gift store. I'm not one for souvenirs but I've found the National Parks of America to have the greatest selection of vintage style postcards. Although I keep in touch with family and friends over the internet there is nothing quite like receiving a handsome handwritten postcard in the mail, wouldn't you agree?