through a few, what seemed like awkward throws of getting reacquainted, I think we found a rhythm again. I find peace in me because I found him again. I find peace in the mountains. I find peace in him. we have many great conversations. and pleasant quiet moments. I love the adventure with him.

as it was, the drive up into the Spanish Peaks was beautiful with staggering amounts of buffalo in the valley. it was pouring rain, which stopped eventually right as we got to the trail head. had a fire and I introduced him to the joys of mushrooms. for his birthday, you know. giggled and had some more awesome sex.

next morning we hit the trail at 6am. it was cold, foggy and misty. we were soaked with in a few minutes. after about 2 hours of cruising trail in the cold, we left the trail and began our bushwhack traversing to the base of the fabled Blaze. the moment the fog finally cleared, –or we had climbed out of it, really– we emerged in the avalanche clear-cut opening at the bottom of the snowfield that looked ridiculously smaller than what we had hoped. but as we climbed up it, all 2300 feet straight up the face of the blaze mountain, it turned out to be much bigger.

we dropped off skis at the top of snowfield and headed up to the top of the peak. the last hundred feet. we sat there for a while, tucked in an alcove in the sun, away from the wind and stared off into the peaks. such a beautiful peaceful time in the mountains. there’s something so amazing about being there. maybe it’s the work you put in to getting there, which quite frankly didn’t seem that bad, really. or maybe it’s staring at all those peaks. when I do, the only thing I see, are all those places I want to explore next. I love sharing these moments with him. I loved being there.

we skied down, what turned out to be a pretty damn long ski run. just freaking rad. for the time of the summer, after such a long heat wave, and after such a low snow year. I was truly impressed. the blaze is a much easier ski and access than I had always pictured. easy to find and easy to go up. for the bushwhacking there is, it’s easy sub-alpine forest to walk through. it’s gorgeous. such a cool mountain range.

after our ski we laid on a flat rock in the sun, had sex and napped. doesn’t get much radder than this. no hurry to get anywhere. the hike down seemed to take for ever. when we reached the car we had beers in the shade from the beautiful and peaceful summer afternoon in the mountains. hundreds of birds singing. snacked and napped. and repeated. no hurry to get anywhere.

that was probably the best 24 hours I’ve had in a long time. amen. I was incredibly happy every minute of it.

fairly speechless.