High Spirits, High Mountains, and High Notes: A Rollercoaster Ride of Experiences and Emotions
The vast expanse of the Roosevelt National Forest greeted us on our second week. We challenged ourselves to scale the trails of Taylor Mountain and Big John Mountain, two paths filled with hidden wonders and demanding inclines. The trails were not perfectly marked, whispering hints of wildness and untouched beauty. From the lush undergrowth to breathtaking panoramas, every step felt like a discovery. Zooey, our faithful companion, made some four-legged friends along the way.
Just shy of the Big John Mountain summit, we were compelled to retreat - a testament to the swift and unpredictable temperament of the highlands weather. The clouds, heavy with anticipation, quickly spilled over into a storm. We escaped to Fort Collins and sought shelter at the familiar New Belgium Brewing, a spot Lauren and I had visited in the summer of 2014. As we relished our post-hike beers, we watched the rain cleanse the city from the comfort of the patio.
After the storm, the skies unfurled in an ethereal dance of pinks and purples. It was a spectacle that stained everything with a surreal, intense hue. It was as if the world was donning a soft filter, reminding us of the transcendent beauty that lies at the end of a storm.
On Monday, we embraced a slower pace, savoring our morning coffee with the last views of the ridge line. It was a much-needed pause, a gentle interlude in our otherwise packed journey.
Our next destination was Denver, a haven for rest, recovery, and most importantly, family. Lauren's sister, her husband, and their adorable son have been residents of Denver for over a decade. It felt comforting to step into their world, replete with familial warmth and laughter. The days spent together gave us a refreshing break from our travel routine, and time to relish the simple joys. Cooking together, exchanging stories, and watching the dogs tire each other out.
Denver was the stage for a momentous event we had been eagerly anticipating - seeing Lord Huron perform live at Red Rocks. Our first dance as a married couple was to their tune, 'End of the Earth.' It was a deeply moving experience, standing under the spotty sky, intermittently punctuated by raindrops and harmonious notes. The concert was a celebration of creativity and passion, a reminder of the contagious energy of artists who are in love with their craft.
Despite the allure of Denver and the warmth of family, our journey beckoned. With our hearts filled with fresh memories and anticipation, we packed up and set our sights north. Our destination? Glacier National Park. We were excited, knowing that the road, our home, our playground, awaited us with the promise of more unforgettable experiences and breathtaking vistas.
Stay tuned for more tales from the road in the next chapter of our Viewfinder Diaries!