A few weeks ago, we went on our first real backpacking trip. Started in Crested Butte, hiked to Aspen and then went back the way we came.
A few days in the wild was just magic. We walked through fields of wildflowers and I ran my hands through them for miles. We hiked behind the famous Maroon Bells before seeing it (again!) in person the following morning. We slept like babies in a campsite flattened out by an avalanche. We crossed rivers that tested my confidence. And footwork. The whole long weekend ignited so much joy. I can’t wait to pick up this new hobby again next summer ☺️