idontbelieveingrammar

I can hike all day. And in Colorado it is what I would rather do than fish or ride horses or even shop in town. I especially like getting to destinations that are slightly off the beaten path. If we can find the path at all. Which is the case more often than not. Going high and far and seeing pretty views. Snow capped mountains, a tucked away mountain pond and maybe even an elk. I like the crunch of gravel and twigs beneath my shoes and the rush of the stream nearby. I even like the burn in my calves after a long hike and eating a peanut butter sandwich for lunch in a tucked away spot. But I am always a bit distracted. I spend much of the time afraid. Walking fast. I am closely eyeing the tracks in the ground or large piles of poop more than the people around me. I am constantly scanning ahead and in the bushes. And when I finally do get to my destination, I am anxious to go back to the jeep or the house as soon as possible. I try to soak in the beauty and sounds and the smells. Bu...

Ok, I am finally back to my own zip code and time zone. I haven't been home in weeks. Literally. I have tons of things to unpack, overdue bills to pay, a jungle of a yard,friends to catch up with, a sad soccer crazy hubs to console and hundreds of things on my google reader. I haven't written anything in the last week, but have read a half dozen or so books and have a few things swimming around in my head. Until then....here is an old post about where I was and a few recent pictures. The Other Ranch In my circles the ranch, always meant camp. Mo Ranch and where I spent most of my summers from ages 11-21. I haven't dedicated much writing to this place because it is one of the few things in my life that seems to be too big to tackle on paper. It is where I learned about friendship and family and first kisses ( well thanks to camp stewart dances) about being real and sharing a bathroom with 20 other girls, the importance of mail, my love for the late night conversation, the no...