I’m going home, not to stay, but to visit. I am so excited to be back in the mountains, in the snow, and sunshine. I can’t wait to go skiing and exploring in the winter wonderland that I’m blessed to call home.
As much as I am excited though I am nervous, nervous because I’ve changed and home has changed too. Not in bad ways, we’ve just changed. The streets I grew up roaming have seen thousands of other people pass by since I last rambled down them. The places I used to run and hike with my dog everyday have held countless other adventures for other people. The homes I lived in and made my own through out the years have sheltered many other college kids and ski bums by now. The places I used to work surely have brand new shining faces, and probably not a trace of me left…and that is all perfectly fine. I know this is a part of life, things change, people move on, and nothing really ever stays the same.
But home just feels like it should. I guess that’s the thing about home though, it’s not really a place. My self, animals, and man are what make my home, no matter where I go. So I guess I’m really going back to my roots, and that is incredibly amazing and terrifying still, but somehow easier to deal with…if that makes any sense.
I am so excited to get back to my roots, to ski my favorite runs with my favorite partners (mostly my family), I am excited to eat good food and smoke some dank ColoRADo weed. I can’t wait to fill my heart up with love, my mind with peace and memories and my lungs with good smoke. I am excited to take some time to myself and reset, refuel, recharge, and hopefully create. I love the calm that the mountains bring. I can’t wait to soak up my family’s love and good energy. I’m hoping for some good ole Colorado sunshine to bask in and some delicious powder to slash turns through. Fingers crossed!
Mostly I’m just excited to be going back to the place that raised me for 22 years, to be where I feel strong, and protected. A place where I know no matter how long or far I go, the tribe will always have my back. No matter what I choose to do or where I choose to roam this place will always hold my heart and my roots, deep in the heart of the Elk Mountains. I am so grateful for that and blessed to be born of the Mountains, to be apart of that wild tribe.
As John Denver eloquently once said “Mountain Mama, take me home, country roads…”
Stay Stoked, Stay Stoned!
(p.s. If anyone wants to create, sesh, adventure, or chill, let me know!!)