What are you devoted to? Consciously or not, we all devote our precious time and energy to something. You can view my guest post on this subject here:
Hanuman Yoga & Music Festival is held in lovely Boulder, CO. This year’s lineup includes some of my personal favs such as Richard Freeman, Tiffany Cruikshank and Kathryn Budig. Early bird tickets are available until March 1st:
Join me in raising the vibration!!!
“Kaci , I’m headed to Indian Creek today. Call me if you are close.” –Text from C
No way! I am headed to Indian Creek today! I haven’t spoken with C for a couple of months, yet here we are going to the same place on the same day. I call C. We briefly discuss logistics since there is no cell service in Indian Creek.
Indian Creek is a Mecca for crack climbers. C & her partner, B, are avid rock climbers who love this area. It is a lovely experience to watch either of them talk about Indian Creek. Their stoke is wild, free and highly contagious.
After a short game of note passing on the message board at Bridger Jacks, the four of us connect. E is with C & B. I’ve never met E before. She no longer lives in Estes Park, but her memory does. I’ve heard several fondly told stories of her general coolness. E does not disappoint. After a few minutes, I easily fall into a quiet appreciation for her presence. As we talk, E’s two dogs lean their warm bodies against my cold legs.
After we exchange hellos and hugs, we throw chairs, beers and a hatchet into the back of B’s truck. We hop in and ride to their campsite a mile away. When we arrive, C jumps out of the truck and wanders over to the fire pit. She shreds dried juniper bark and starts the tiniest fire I have ever seen. C patiently shreds bark and adds it to the fire. Fifteen minutes later, we pile on logs and the fire roars to life.
Once coals have formed, E sports vice grips like Edward Scissorhands to make veggie stir-fry over the fire. We have a homegrown happy hour and then J and I walk back to our camp.
In the morning, E heads to Estes Park and the rest of us go climbing. B leads the way up a 5.11+. He shrugs off the tape gloves most wear here and cruises up the route. C helps me tape on J’s gloves and then zips up the route after B. I’m next. I’m not much of a climber. I get 1/3 of the way up the route. I come down panting and pumped. J climbs up next, liebacking his way up the thinnest part of the crack.
We hang out at the crag for a few more hours. At the end of the day, B and C have to head back to their newfound home in Durango. We hug and wish each other well.
Simple Life. Good Life. 