We camped beside the South Fork of the Colorado, hiked Monarch Lake, met a bull moose at St. Mary's, and learned the glacier had just vanished. A bittersweet farewell to our 10-day Colorado trip.
Camping in a questionably named tent outside Rocky Mountain National Park — Flatirons hike, a haunted hotel, a rainbow we chased for half an hour, and a moose who couldn't care less.
We spent Act I wandering an interdimensional art installation and Act II in the gaudy but lovable pink palace. If you know us at all, you know we have a healthy appreciation for the slightly absurd.
The most illustratively perfect example of Scotty B's adventure scheduling: a mountain sunrise, mirror lake at dawn, a cow-pond hot spring at noon, and a turquoise lake in the mountains by afternoon.
We greeted a black bear on the Ouray Perimeter trail, got jaw-dropped by the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, crossed the Divide at Cottonwood Pass, and checked into a motor lodge that probably hosted a Cops episode.
One canyon, two adventures: Scott scaled the wall, I climbed the trail.
Climb High Dune at Great Sand Dunes, chase views over Wolf Creek Pass, brave the sheer drops of the Million Dollar Highway, soak in Ouray's hot springs, and roll into Telluride for dinner with an old friend.
We visited friends in Denver, then let Scott map a scenic route: 14 miles of gravel, a canyon drop-off, bighorn sheep, and a sunset sandstorm.
From teaching gymkhana games to a deep dive at The Wall, sunset sails with spinner dolphins, and the most baffling dinner ordering experience at Alba's—our last three days on island were equal parts triumph, hilarity, and "we can't make this up."
Janna returns to St. Croix to teach Pony Club camp while Scott dives the island's wrecks and reefs — sea turtles, sunset hammocks, and Caribbean hospitality in Frederiksted.
