Live for the adventure.
One morning, I went on a drive and found myself on i70 towards the mountains. I pulled over in Silverthorne to get gas and pick up a few Swiss hitchhikers along the way.
"Where are you headed?" I asked.
"We are trying to get to Steamboat Springs today or tomorrow." Said she, in a sweet and foreign voice.
"Steamboat? Sounds like fun, me too. Hop in."
I took my new friends to the grocery in Steamboat after an hour or so of soul talk on the way there.
We exchanged information and continued our paths.
I explored the town, took myself out to dinner and then found my way up a mountain side, looking for a place to spend the night. I saw a sign with bullet holes in it that read;
with an arrow pointing further up the mountain.
I followed it and found myself in the most magical place.
"So, are you just passing through on your travels?"
Asked Austin; a South Dakota native on his way to Coeur D'Alene, who decided to take a little extra time in Telluride. A year to be exact.
"Actually, I'm from Denver. I got in my car with the intention to go to the grocery and then just kept driving. Wound up here."
He smiled at me and took off his glasses, the steam from the hot springs filled his lenses with fog. Looking around at the vast mountain scape surrounding us, we took it all in; the sun setting, sending sparkling reflections to the water beneath it.
the beauty of the journey, by ones self and for ones self.
the seemingly perfect circumstances that teach you the lessons in life,
inexpressible through spoken word. & there was a moment of silence.
We talked about our travels, our dreams, and shared our favorite tall tales.
His Roman, mine Native American.
When the sun went down I set out to find camp, I bid Austin goodnight and didn't even think to ask of his last name, didn't so much as shake his hand.
But man, what a great conversation. .
After a magical evening at the hot springs, I found my way to a secret camping spot that some of the hot springers told me about. I made a blanket out of all the clothes in my backseat and bundled up into my mattress pad. The next morning I hiked to the Fiah Creek Falls to take some photos. I spent the morning among the mystic before heading home to Denver.
Never underestimate the healing power of a great adventure. Thanks so much for checking out this post! Until next time, peace, love, namaste! -Emy Hart