I find myself falling more and more in love with the outdoors. It doesn't matter what I'm doing, I long to be outdoors. I do a little soul searching during the drive and while sitting in the midst of the mountains. The stillness, a book, my thoughts, and my beer.
I went camping this past week near Twin Lakes, Colorado. I took Independence Pass to Aspen and intended to go to Maroon Bells, but the parking was full and I didn't want to make my dog sit on a shuttle after the 8 and a half hour drive up. We turned around and went back to Twin Lakes to find a campsite.
My pup got injured when we pulled into camp. It was bad enough that I decided to cut the trip short and head back south to Santa Fe on Friday morning instead of hiking. I woke up freezing my tail off around 1:00am and stepped outside of my tent. I looked up to an astonishing view of the stars, unhindered by any lights or the moon. They were bright enough that I could see the trees around my campsite. I ended up not being able to fall back asleep, so Willow and I packed up camp around 5am and took off back to Twin Lakes in time to catch one of the most beautiful sunrises I've ever seen.
I can definitely say I'll be back to that area soon.