Closing Out Ski Season Number 2

I discovered skiing in the 2015/2016 season. I took three lessons at Copper Mountain in Colorado and was officially hooked. This past year, my husband and I upped the ante and went with the Rocky Mountain Super Pass. This pass gave us unlimited days at Copper Mountain, Winter Park, and El Dora. Perks included a few days at Crested Butte, and six days at Steamboat Springs. We made it out to the snow about a total of about 10-12 times. We definitely got our passes worth. Last weekend we closed down Steamboat Springs. There was very little snow left overall, but I enjoyed that last chance to practice some turns. We were able to hang out with some new friends in a condo walking distance to the gondola. One of our new friends was taken down the mountain by ski patrol (She’s okay! Minor calf tear.), and ate like a queen at Laundry. Spring skiing is not my favorite thing in the world because I’ve been so spoiled by powder, but I seriously relished those last few turns of the season.

As I reflect back on learning more about the sport and the adventures of the past season, I feel a little bit more accomplished. I’ve definitely come a long way from where I started, but I also have so far to go to keep getting better. It’s an excellent metaphor for how I feel in my legal career at the moment. I feel like I have come a long way as a lawyer, but I have so much left to learn.

Skiing has taught me patience, pushed me out of my comfort zone at times, and helped me see some of the most beautiful views. I hope to be out there with those 70 and 80 year olds still on the mountain for a long time to come. My New Years resolution was to go down a black on purpose. I’ve been on 3 or 4 now so I achieved one resolution!

I was looking back at some photos, and thought I would do the highlights of the 2016/2017 season.  The first highlight is skiing fresh lines at Winter Park on New Years Day with my husband and dear friends. Definitely a great way to start out 2017. They took me on a run in the Mary Jane territory where I felt like I could ski anything depsite being out of my comfort zone on some of the larger bumps.

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New Year’s Day. Hello 2017.

Next, we tried El Dora outside of Boulder. This place felt very local. The mountain challenged me and was steep in parts. Also, I loved that they had a Twitter feed to explain traffic and parking.

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How we spent Super Bowl Sunday.

In February, I enjoyed a relaxing ski day at Copper Mountain with a friend. We agreed that some days its kinda nice not be scared out of our minds. Our significant others like to push our boundaries with skiing, and get us out of our comfort zone. It was nice to just ski greens and blues with no pressure for a day.

 

 

Steamboat Springs for the weekend was a dream. I mean I could not ask for a better experience. We went skiing with about 10 friends. We were all scattered all over the mountain. I found my Huevos on the Huevos run on Morningside. That was my first tree skiing experience. I had some epic wipe outs, but I can see why the Steamboat claims the champagne powder title. Skiing here was my very first powder experience. I’ll definitely be back.

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Huevos. Powder Daze.

The turning point in my technical ski skills this season happened during our Crested Butte trip. My husband had a conference call the Friday we arrived. I decided to go for a mid-season group lesson. I showed up for class where it there were two groups – one very beginner, and one very advanced expert crazy North Face people. I clearly did not belong in either group so I ended up being the only intermediate person with a private lesson. (Yes, I know I hit the jackpot that day.) I had a great instructor. He really beat my wedge out of me, which helped with confidence going down the steep stuff. He also taught me how to slide down tricky terrain to get out of dangerous conditions. One of my favorite parts of Crested Butte is the Umbrella Bar mid-mountain. Also, Crested Butte wins the nicest bathroom mid mountain award. Yes, that is a very important and nice perk. Either way, Crested Butte was a great town. Very local. Very friendly feeling. Also, the place where a fox came walking up to us in the parking lot.

Last great memory was spring skiing with a T-Rex, watching a camel cross the ski resort, and seeing a beaver hang out by the lift.

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Long story short, Colorado ski season 2016/2017 ski season was over before I knew it. It’s been a great season. We already purchased our passes for next year, but now we move over to hiking, camping, and climbing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jackal Hut Snowshoe Trip

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Three Ladies on a Snowshoe Tour

Colorado’s 10th Mountain Division Hut System is located between Aspen, Leadville, and Vail. The hut system is linked by more than 350 miles of trails at an elevation of 9,700 to 11,700 feet, it provides winter recreation enthusiasts access to the White River, Arapaho and San Isabel National Forests. The system includes 30 huts with an average route of six to seven miles and a 1,500- to 2,500-foot elevation gain. Most of the huts sleep 16 people, but the size ranges from capacities of three to 20. The association’s name “honors the men of 10th Mountain Division of the U.S. Army, who trained during World War II at Camp Hale in central Colorado.”

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View of some of the nearby peaks.

A friend of mine asked me if I wanted to plan a hut trip for the 2016/2017 snow season. We were lucky to snag a reservation for three people to stay the Jackal Hut in March. These huts usually book 6-months in advance through a lottery system. Advance planning is a must.

The week of our trip, the snow began to thaw just a little. The base of the mountain got hit with a mix of rain and snow. Luckily, the morning we set off the weather was fairly warm and clear for our journey. We had a guidebook, a map, and hope and a prayer that we three ladies could navigate our way through a 3-mile snowshoe without too much difficulty. We spent the night at Kim’s home in Vail before embarking on our great adventure. We thought we had all the time in the world. After all, the hike was only supposed to be 3 miles long. Well…we were slightly wrong about that.

We parked our car at the South Camp Hale campground like out handy guidebook suggested and started walking to look for the snow bridge. We probably walked for about half of a mile looking for a foot bridge, snow bridge, or any kind of bridge really.  The only “foot bridge” we found consisted of two planks of wood that were ankle deep underwater from the rain the night before. I spent a lot of energy on that first half mile postholing (breaking through the snow about calf deep) because my snowshoe kept coming undone. We met some people later down the trail that told us we talked they just went through the river and got their feet wet.

We walked back to the car (a bit defeated) because now we needed to drive a mile and half away to park at another campground to access a large footbridge to cross the river, this detour added a mile and half to our snowshoe trip. It was already well past noon when we started off for the second time. I knew we were going to need to put some work into this hike already because I didn’t train enough with a full backpack to begin with so it was going to be an extra-long hike for me.

I’ve hiked quite a few mountains in Colorado, but this was by far the most challenging for me. To be fair, I should mention that I’ve only been snowshoeing about a total of four times in my life so this trip was fairly ambitious. The entire hike was a slow but steady uphill climb. I would pick spots every hundred feet to stop, rest my head on my poles, and catch my breath. Altitude makes a huge difference in lung capacity. The mental component is key to keep going with one foot in front to the other. I’ll be honest, the first day was pretty miserable. I couldn’t appreciate the breathtaking vistas at all because I was struggling to just breathe.

We followed the blue arrows marking the trail, which is great for those who are directionally challenged (like me). We were lucky to follow the tracks of some early morning snowshoers.  Even with a pocket full of gummy bears, I found this  hike challenging. To top it off, we couldn’t stop to rest because we were in a race for time now trying to beat the sunset.

I’m lucky that my hiking companions  keep me going with positive encouragement on these hikes.

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Is it uphill the whole way? Yes, the whole entire way.  My thoughts, I can take 10 steps to that bush right there. *Takes ten steps, sets head on poles, and breathes heavily*

When the hut came into view I think we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. The place you plan to sleep for the night is always the best sight at the end of a long hike.

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The best view in the world after that hike.

The cabin was nice and warm. It was booked with two other groups (about 12 people total). Two couples were skiing and snowshoeing. And a family of five that were also snowshoeing. I walked into the cabin and saw two women completing a puzzle. I just wanted to sit down and gather my thoughts so I helped them finish a jigsaw puzzle while Meghan and Kim enjoyed the scenery.

We quickly prepped dinner which consisted of veggies and crackers with black bean dip, quinoa and chicken, and hot chocolate with amaretto and churro marshmallows for dessert. Everyone else marveled at our dinner. The other two crews in the hut had spaghetti and meatballs and chili for dinner. The hut was well equipped with a propane stove, toilet paper, trash bags, a method to convert ice to water, and a lot of other entertainment options. The hut also had pots, pans, glasses, and dishes. Note for next time: don’t carry so much unnecessary pack weight. Most importantly, there was a mattress and a pillow on each bed. Not exactly roughing it. We all got some sleep, and awoke to make an early start for home. We took some Advil for the pain on the way down. It’s always good to travel with a nurse.

We took our time on the way down the mountain snapping photos, making snow angels, and enjoying the views. We made it back to our car in half the time it took to go up the hill. Someone said we were lucky start with the hut with the steepest ascent. The adventure was short but sweet. We made it to Lark burger on the way home. My husband claims he’s never seen me so dead. I’ll admit it took me a few days to recover, but more training and shorter hikes will be better preparation for the next one.

Next year, I think we will go for two nights, or if we get really ambitious a hut to hut trip. Training will be key, but the views alone were definitely worth it.

The Return of Adventure

 

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I’ve been away from blogging for a good long while, friends. I have been having so many unrecorded adventures that I thought it was high time to get back to writing some of them down again.

Some of the upcoming blog posts will not be in real time, but that’s okay. It’s like I was stocking up for the future and I’m ready to go back to sharing now.

I’ve been undergoing some life changes. I moved to a new state, got married, started a business, and started a book to boot. In case you thought that wasn’t enough, I’ve decided to go back to blogging. Why? Because in the midst of all these life changes I forgot to keep my body going with training outside often and good food so my health deteriorated both physically and mentally. I could use the excuse of winter, but when I wasn’t skiing I’ve been working, networking, and watching Netflix. Not exactly a picture of health. But now I want to come back. I want make this a focus again.

Here’s my promise. I’m going to do my best to write one post per week on Tuesdays. I’ve been inspired by REI’s recent marketing campaign #Forceofnature. I am not an athlete. I don’t pretend to play one on TV, but people tell me all the time that they love following me on Instagram for my adventures.

I’m just a tiny lady lawyer who has been having way too much fun in nature on the weekend. I’m still searching for a way to balance ambition in business with adventure. When I figure out the secret sauce – I’ll be sure to let you know. In the meantime, if I can inspire more women to get outside, then I’m gonna do it.

People continuously ask me “how do you find the time to go outside, ski, hike, and play.” The answer is my soul requires these activities so I make time. According to REI, in a recent national survey, 72% of women said that when they’re outdoors they feel liberated and free. I don’t care if all you can do is walk in the park – Let’s do it. My 78-year old grandma walks 3 miles a day. By the way, she is not on any medication and is healthy as can be.

So here’s the plan. I’m going to get outside one day per week, and train to be outside 3 days per week. I live in Colorado, this should not be a challenge, but sometimes it is. Will you hold me to it? Want to join in? Easy. Tell me your outdoor activity. It could be something as small as I plan to walk the dog for two miles on Saturday, or I plan to ride my bike through a park. Do it. Even if you don’t want to. Even when the couch calls your name longingly. Even when you have a full schedule. If you can take one hour, or even 30 minutes, your life will thank you for it. Note: this does not mean go attempt something crazy, or injure yourself trying to take an awesome photo. Practice safe selfies please. I’m excited to let you all in on my recent hut trip experience. Until next Tuesday. Be a force of nature and go outside…please.

 

 

 

Walking With Mom

A few weeks ago, my mom came to visit us for the first time in our new home in Colorado. My mom currently lives in Texas. She had one condition for visiting. “We have to go hiking a lot, okay?” I’m very fortunate that my mom is in fantastic shape. She gets up and hits the gym to cycle for miles. She is probably in better shape than I am because I simply refuse to get up at 5 am…

My mom was definitely eager to hit the trail. She missed hiking in California, and Texas is quite flat, and hot, and humid. Needless to say it had been a while since she had seen a hill, let alone a mountain. The first day she was here we hit up the REI anniversary sale so she could get some new hiking shoes. She ended up with North Face Hedgehog FastPack. I was super excited because we wear the same size (6.5), and she planned to leave the boots here in Colorado with me for future trips. Alas, not all hiking shoes fit everyone the same. Her boots were a little too big  for me so I’m sticking with La Sportivas for now. Whomp whomp whomp.

I’m so grateful for the time that I got to spend on trail with my mom. We were able to discuss wedding plans, life, and just catch up like old times. The last time I saw my mom was six months ago. That’s just too long for us.

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She is all geared up, and ready to go.

We started out with the Lookout Mountain trail in Golden, Colorado. We were able to take our time down the hill, and then climb back up because we took a wrong turn somewhere along the way, but that’s okay because life is all about the journey – not the destination. We walked for a long time with sweeping views of this valley. It was beautiful, and the trail wasn’t long which is perfect because we had an appointment to see the wedding venue later that day. We were able to take Sienna with us on this one too, which was great bonding for my mom and the pup.

The second hike was a bit more serious. We went up to Rocky Mountain National Park, and hiked up a little beyond Gem Lake. I even convinced my mom to do some rock scrambling. This place is located just outside of Estes Park.

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We don’t look related at all. Hey, we are officially “entering Rocky Mountain National Park.”

The woman at the visitor center tried to dissuade us from going up to Gem Lake because of thunderstorms in the area, but we were fortunate that the weather cooperated (and the trail was less crowded because people didn’t want to brave the weather). I’ve always been a fan of at least trying to go somewhere before giving up. I’m glad we went.  It rained on us for about two minutes, and while  we did hear thunder in the distance, it was nothing that would be cause for alarm. I enjoyed watching my mom cross this balance beam with style and flair. She’s been on a meditation mission, and her overall happiness level seems to have increased ten-fold as has her outlook on life. There were no dogs allowed on the trail to Gem Lake because of part of it is in Rocky Mountain National Park so Sienna had to stay home.

 

On our last hike we decided to hit up the Boulder Flatirons because it only seemed right. It was quite hot that day, but we ended up picking up a good bit of mileage. My mom had adjusted a bit better to the altitude, and I actually think she could’ve kept going well beyond when we decided to call it a day. We had Sienna with us again, and wanted to find a lunch spot that accommodated dogs.

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Flatiron Dog

One of our favorite things to do is tacos and margaritas. (Since I turned 21, of course.) We happened to find a taco and margarita spot in Boulder. $5 margaritas are so satisfying. I forgot to explain about the altitude and drinking to my mother. Needless to say…all it took was one margarita. We started driving back to Denver. My mom was silently reading a New York Times article when all of a sudden she burst out laughing. She explained the article was tracking different types of fitness and brain connectivity in mice. There were apparently several group of mice, including “weight lifting” mice. My mom could not stop laughing because she was picturing mice using mini weights. We laughed about this for about the next ten minutes.

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Crossing the balance beam with flair.

 

I will always cherish all of the visits I get to have with my mom.Every single one of them is precious to me. This visit will stick with me though. I’m so glad that I got to share my passion for the outdoors with her. She “gets it.” We can walk along in comfortable silence, in funny conversation, or in heavy topics of the day. I am so grateful for these moments, and I will take as many as I can. So thanks mom. For your company, your wisdom, and letting me walk with you. Now come back to Colorado so we can log some more miles on those shoes.

Injury – The Comeback Kid

A few weeks ago, I decided to get back to running. I had been running before we moved to Colorado. I was comfortably averaging 5-6 miles. Also, I was working out six days a week doing yoga, pilates, and boot camp. Then we moved. The holidays came. I didn’t want to pay for a gym membership. That was back in November. You can do the math. So I kinda stopped all activity –  except for walking the dog and skiing, of course. It was winter…and cold. I wrote about excuses in an earlier post.

I did try to make the occasional kick boxing or yoga class. Life happens. I totally get it. Spring came and I realized that I have five months to get in shape for my wedding. FIVE MONTHS. So I registered for the Froyo 5k with a friend.  I figured I could do it no problem. My body has always been able to just keep going without injury so I pushed it. Let’s be honest who doesn’t love running knowing there is froyo at the end of the race. I trained for about a week. I ran the 5k just fine. So I thought. When I got home my back was killing me. I couldn’t move much for three days. The pain was so intense that my face would just crunch up into a prune. So much for progress.

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This photo was pre-run, pre-froyo, and pre-pain

I  did learn something. First off, I am no longer 20 years old. Running is something you have to ease into and work towards. The body is an amazing thing, but you have to give it time to adapt. This may seem like common sense, but sometimes we can get wrapped in a goal that we try to take a short cut to speed up the results. Don’t do it. I needed a massage, acupuncture, and another massage to get back to semi-normal. I know the massages sound great, but they were not enjoyable for the most part.

I’m happy to report that I made a full recovery. I started out walking again. Slowly increasing my mileage this time. Then I went on a couple of two-three mile hikes. When that went well, I upped it even more.  In fact, the whole family recently went for an 8 mile hike with no problems.

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The whole family also did a rock scramble!

I also started using Freeletics. It’s an app that has a warm-up, body weight circuit training (squats, sit-ups, push-ups, burpees, etc.), and stretching.  So far I like that it takes about twenty  to thirty minutes. I’ll post more about it when I see the results, but I think this combined with the hiking this summer will help get into shape for the wedding. I’m going to remove running from my routine for a while. I do want to run a half-marathon eventually, but I’m going to actually do some more strength training first.  Also, the weather has been amazing so it is time to get outside, and have some more adventures.

Excuses, Excuses, Excuses

image.jpgExcuses? I’ve got about a million of them. I’ll do it when I have more money, more time, and more energy. I stare at a computer most of the day. This was the life that I literally wanted to avoid, run away from, and quite the opposite of what I pictured myself doing when I was five.

If I have learned anything over the last few years it is that I will not do anything because more time, more energy, and more money never comes around. Timing is never perfect to begin a business, or a blog, or to have a kid. I’ve been saying that I’m going to learn Spanish and write a book for years. I accept this as part of the human condition. After all, I am a human – a deeply flawed human. I’m trying to accept that, but its haaarrrrd, guys. I know this is a bit of a whiney post. I’m usually so cheerful and rah rah, but here is the truth. I am ashamed. I have a grandiose education, like so many of my colleagues, that I will be paying off for the rest of my life – short of an amazing book deal, product invention, a presidential sized speaking engagement fee. My other issue is that I have absolutely zero ownership interest in what I’m doing.

So I’m putting it out there because the last time I wrote a blog post about what I wanted in a man the universe provided me with my fiancé, Ben. That worked out REALLY REALLY well. So with my all-powerful manifesting abilities this is my oh so not specific, but kind of really specific request for a career. I want a career where I help people, ideally women. I want a job with flexibility so I can travel. I want it to be okay that I don’t have an Internet connection sometimes because I’m hanging out on the side of a wall or a mountain. Also, I want my opinion to be valued, and to be able to take action where necessary. I’ve never been a spectator in life; I certainly don’t intend to start down that track now. I want a business partner that I can talk through tough decisions with. Also, I want to make more money than I know what to do with because I would like problems that come with abundance and prosperity. Because I have seen scarcity, and while I have never lacked food, shelter, water, clothing – I have worried about over-drafting my bank account one too many times. Those are my parameters – help people, flexibility, located in LoDo Denver, and tons of money. Should be easy, right?

I started this blog post to write about excuses for not getting outside lately. I ran a 5k last weekend, and threw my back out a little bit. So I’m in recovery/rehab mode. The weekend before that it rained all weekend long. Also, I still have to paint two more rooms in my house. So yeah…Excuses. I don’t like them, but it is so easy to defer what we want to do.

Yes, this is a more brutally honest post than I would usually write. You know the one where I censor what comes out of my brain to showcase hard work, and the social media façade we all put forth. The truth is I’m human. I wasn’t meant to sit in an office for eight to ten to twelve hours a day writing briefs to judges (most of whom will likely never read them. Let’s be honest.) I don’t know what that means yet, but I’m working on it.

That doesn’t mean that I will only be following my happiness because I think that is bullshit. Happiness is an overly used term that people keep looking for outside themselves, but must be cultivated within like all those Buddhist mantras on my facebook feed say. The truth is that I’m generally a happy person, but I want to work on something that I’m genuinely EXCITED about. Because then like a friend once told me a piece a great piece of advice for relationships: “It shouldn’t be work, but effort.” It’s true. That makes all the difference.

I learned something else recently. Apathy is fear in sheep’s clothing. I’m really tired of being apathetic. Because the truth is that I’m really truly deeply afraid. I’m afraid of failure, afraid of judgment, afraid to try something /anything to change, and afraid of being seen. That’s a damn shame.   And it’s changing. Because eventually you get tired of being paralyzed and take action.

So that is my fact free Jerry Maguire manifesto for the day. Maybe I’ve listened to one too many Tim Ferris podcasts, or read too many self-help books lately, but I’m hoping someone out there will see this, and know that you aren’t alone in your cubicle/office of despair. I hope I will break out soon. If I do get out, I’ll try to help those in the same boat cross over onto the other side – like helping people cross the River Styx.

Failure, Fear, and Choosing Your Route

 

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Heights were never a problem.

Failure. That word is so emotionally charged. Failure is something everyone experiences. Sometimes you’re lucky and no one’s around, but other times you walk into a glass door in a room full of hipsters. (Not me. Never.) Regardless, in the midst of that experience it can feel like your only company is doubt, shame, and sadness.

There are plenty of social media posts detailing the history of successful failures (J.K. Rowling and Walt Disney come to mind). Always accompanied by a slogan like “failure is a success, if we learn from it,” or “failure is proof that we tried. Now go try again.”

I have tried and failed at many things in my life. At one point, I tried to be a thespian; I failed. I failed, sometimes spectacularly, at relationships, writing, diets, seizing opportunities…You get the picture. For the most part, I have few regrets about my failures because I’ve ended up right where I am supposed to be in life. I truly believe that.

I do have one failure that haunts me. One of my deepest regrets (aside from not seeing the Nine Inch Nails farewell tour in London with a friend) is leaving the sport of rock climbing.

I have been asking myself: when it comes to failure in a sport, at what point do you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and confront your failure? And at what point do you say this sport may not be for me?

I was introduced to the sport of rock climbing in law school. I loved it. The challenge climbing presented to my body. The mental puzzle of hand and foot holds. And the thrilling feeling of being just a little bit dangerous on the wall. Climbing presented me with endless opportunities for adventure. I went through a phase where I was on a wall every weekend. I even started dating a climber. See: failed relationships.

Climbing helped me gain back some confidence when I was going through a particularly rough time in my personal and professional life. Climbing and hiking helped pull me out of a year-long depression by forcing me to be present and surrounding me with all of the beauty the world has to offer.

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Giving lead climbing a go.

Depression is something that many people deal with, but it’s still a largely taboo subject. At the time, I tried many things to make myself “happy” and also sought professional help. Though I heavily considered medication, I was lucky that nature was the only prescription I needed.

 

I was finding my joy mostly in sport climbing. One day, I went on a trip to up my game to the next level: trad climbing. After hours of climbing, we realized we had lost the route and had no decent way to continue. Rather than risk finding our way ahead in the dark (or worse – spend the night on the rock), we decided to head back down the way we came. On the way down, I miscalculated my slack on a rappel and swung out and hit a tree – hitting my head. (This is why you should always wear a helmet, people.) Luckily I happened to be wearing mine that day and also luckily I kept the presence of mind not to let go of the rope.

After that day, even though the accident was small by comparison to ones I have personally witnessed (I once saw a guy knock four teeth out on a wall and drink a whiskey coke as triage), something changed. My confidence while climbing was shot. I tried multiple times to get back on the wall, but it was different. I was different. The routes that I once climbed with ease became Everest in my head. Even though I was completely safe with the rope taut, I felt like any moment I would be plummeting down to the floor. Failure is the word I saw in my head every time I said “lower me” without finishing a run. Eventually, I just stopped trying. I came up with convenient excuses like brunch, sleeping in, and the infamous “busy” trap.

It’s been nearly two years since my last real climbing outing. The question of when to confront yourself and when to leave a sport is a deeply personal one. I recently decided that this is a sport I want to fight to keep doing. I have never considered myself a spectator in life, but I’m afraid that leaving climbing the way that I did could start a trend which would lead me down a path to “lazy” and “comfortable”. A nice path, but not the one I want just yet.

I want to change the dialogue in my head. It’s not the world telling me that I failed at climbing, it’s my internal dialogue with myself that creates those feelings. I know the mental game is going to play a huge part in the effort to come back to climbing. My plan is to go back and learn everything from scratch in the gym with a positive dialogue. Luckily, I now live within a stone’s throw from some of the top of the line climbing gyms in the country. After I get comfortable again, I hope to try some new routes in Colorado…Outside.

Winter Boots – North Face Shellista II Mid Boot Review

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Well, the time has come for my first review. I want to let you know that any opinions expressed on this site are my own.

I was looking for a good pair of snow boots to survive my first winter in eight years. Living in Southern California I got very used to waking up every day, and knowing that I was going to pretty much be fine temperature wise with whatever I decided to wear that day. I knew it would even out at about 77 degrees in Los Angeles area. I never gave my footwear a second thought. We were in a drought after all.

I knew we were moving to Denver right at the start of winter. We moved in the weekend before Thanksgiving. I still thought my California boots would be fine. My parents had given me a gift certificate to REI, and I was really holding out for something necessary. Within days of arriving in Denver I quickly realized snow boots were necessary mostly because of the ice on the sidewalks. I loved the look of the North Face Shellista II Mid Boot. I was looking for three things: (1) comfort; (2) waterproof; and (3) fashionable, of course. When I got the package in from REI – I admit I experienced a bit of shoe love.

They were a bit stiff at first, but the rubber eventually broke quite well. The grip on the bottom is fantastic. I did wear these boots quite a bit this year. I went snowshoeing, hiking, and shoveled the driveway quite a few times this winter. I will say that these boots did fulfill their promise. They kept me warm, dry, and they look darn cute too. I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on them. I wore them on a road trip from Denver to Boise. We pulled off a rest stop in Wyoming, and I notice three women kind of staring at me. One of them surreptitiously  walked up behind me, looked down, and audibly whispered to her friends “those are North Face.” I laughed inwardly. I  would have gladly told her where I got them, if she asked.

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Snowshoeing at Copper mountain.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that the boots had a small crack in the rubber in the back. I was a little disappointed because of North Face’s reputation. I know they will still take them back at this point because I’ve only had these boots for six months. On the one hand, I could just superglue the crack shut, but on the other hand, these were not cheap boots. I see these boots as part of my winter closet for a few more years. Aside from the crack, these boots have been really good to me. I can almost say that I survived my first Colorado winter, but I’ve been told to hold off on that proclamation until May or June.

You can buy the boots here

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My Season As A Ski Bum

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I have a confession. I was a ski bum (read: unemployed because we just relocated cities) this season – and I kinda liked it. The snow, the challenge, and the views really attracted me to this sport. I really pushed my comfort zone this season. I gave myself many pep talks before going down my first blue hills. Also, my loving, completely well-meaning fiancé accidentally introduced me to my first black diamond. Luckily,  I survived and was proud of myself for taking on the challenge. My first ski season is coming to an end, but I’m so excited because we already bought our passes for next year.  

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 The views are always spectacular.

I went skiing for the first time in 2014 in Whistler. I know what you are thinking. Yes, I was a very lucky girl. I had a bit of a rocky start though. We went over Thanksgiving weekend. As an aside, this a great time to get a good deal to go Canada; especially if you leave on Thanksgiving day while everyone else is eating turkey. We took a bit of a gamble because it was Whistler’s “opening weekend.” There was not a whole lot of snow on the ground. Powder was definitely scarce. There was quite a bit of ice though. So my ski first lesson was essentially on ice.

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This Iconic Statue is the Whistler Mountain Inukshuk, created for Whistler as a Symbol of the 2010 Winter Olympic Games.

The second day at Whistler, I decided to join Ben up at the “big kids lodge” on the top of the hill. I convinced him to let me ski a green run with him because after one lesson I thought I had this whole skiing thing down. I sure did not have that whole skiing thing down. I ended up on my back with my skis still going down the hill towards trees. Not the experience I was going for.  When I finally made it down to the lift to get back to where we needed to go I was so happy/relieved. The entire lift ride back to the gondola Ben was explaining how to get off the lift because my only ski lesson had occurred on the “magic carpet” where no lift was necessary. As we approached the unloading area, I was getting ready to follow all of Ben’s well laid out instructions when the lifty started saying something to us.  Well, I was so bundled up that I couldn’t hear what he was saying so I was trying to figure out what was going on, but I ended up missing the unloading point completely. I was still on the lift when it started turning to head back down the mountain. Ben started yelling at me to “jump” so I did…from about four feet off the ground. I loved Whistler, but I left with a few bruises – mostly to my ego.

Fast forward to this past winter, and my first ski season living in Colorado. We bought a Subaru when we moved here because we wanted to be as Colorado-ish as possible. Luckily, our Subaru came with two ski passes to Copper Mountain. I love Copper. It has a whole side dedicated to beginners. I loaded up on ski lessons. This time I took it slow and tried not to get ahead of myself. The instructors so far have been phenomenal. They push you without scaring you for life. I’m 30 now, but I totally want to be the 95-year old still skiing down the hill. I only discovered skiing recently, but I feel like it is a sport that I will continue with for as long as I can. I also LOVE the whole Après-ski concept. So far, my favorite is a glass of nice wine with a side of hot tub. I have a feeling I will be investing in a pair of skis very soon.

 

Here is a Après-ski cocktail recipe for the next time you find yourself in the lodge, sitting cozily by the fire, and peacefully unwinding from a day on the slopes

INGREDIENTS

    • 3 ounces hot strong-brewed coffee
    • 1 ounce Frangelico
    • 1/2 ounce Licor 43 (sweet citrus- and vanilla-flavored liqueur) or Navan
    • 1/2 ounce Cognac
    • 1 large dollop of unsweetened whipped cream
    • 3 coffee beansNow, in a mug, mix the espresso with the Frangelico, Licor 43 and Cognac. Top with the whipped cream and garnish with the coffee beans.

 

 

 

 

Spring Mindfulness

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Photo: Spring in Cambria, CA.

Breathe. Love yourself. Be mindful. Do one thing every day that scares you. Find your happiness. These are the things that self-help books, yoga mats, gurus, and even athletic clothing lines are telling women to do every day. Why do we need to be reminded to do these things? Shouldn’t we be born knowing how to: love ourselves, breathe, and be able to identify the present moment we are experiencing even if it just consists of staring at another YouTube video?

Yes. And I do think we are born knowing how to do all of those things, but that intuitive knowledge leaves us at some point. I can’t imagine why…I mean, on a daily basis, we receive all kinds of messages about expectations from society that women need to look a certain way, be successful, and raise families. Or depending on the country – have no freedom, education, or ability to choose who to love.

Most of us sit behind our desks at work fantasizing about these lives we could have if only we had more time, money, motivation, and courage. Why can’t we be happy in that moment? Lots of people I know are searching…searching for that ONE thing that will make them happy. Love. A better job. A different life.

I know these people. I am one of them. If only I hadn’t taken out six figures of higher education debt, I would totally be a living the life of my dreams right now. Well… no that’s a lie. I would probably be sitting behind a desk somewhere wondering why I wasn’t living the life I’m living now because that is the way it goes. Some people travel to different countries to find happiness in an eat pray love-y way. I’m more of a travel a reasonable distance from my house to someplace pretty to see something new to find that moment of presence/mindfulness/happiness.

I’ve long been a proponent of being outside to remember what we are inherently born knowing how to do. When you’re climbing a rock you have to remember to breathe. When you step a foot on the trail you have to look around you in wonder, and be present. When you get to the top of the mountain, or you ski down that hill you hit that sweet spot beyond your comfort zone where life really happens. It’s in those moments where life breathes into you and says: you can keep going. I truly believe that nature reconnects us with those messages that get lost in the fray. I have absolute zero statistical data to back this up because I went to law school and hate math that doesn’t involve money.

The truth is that no one is happy 24/7. We all have to endure things we don’t enjoy – dishes, cleaning, work, and oil changes. You have a million things stopping you, but one reason to do it. You. It is time to reconnect. There is a reason why all these self-help books, yoga mats, and gurus charge you money and you eat it up. That shit works. The best part is you don’t have to be a crazy rugged athlete to go do a simple walk in the woods or by a beach. Plus, its free!

I live for my weekend adventures and it’s the first day of spring so start planning your escapes ladies. I’ll share a few of my own:

  1. Climb my first Colorado 14’er
  2. Visit Moab
  3. Go on a rafting trip

What’s yours?