I have spring fever and with every bluebird 30+ degree day I feel the need to venture further and further away from my home and into the great outdoors.
I walk along the trails with Muki pouncing on my shadow every step of the way and I soak it all in. As the suns rays turn the Juniper and Spruce trees into a velvety green, matching the color of Wade’s eyes, I daydream about all of the outdoor adventures we have taken together, with and without the family. These trips fill our souls, whether it be skinning up to huts to jump naked in the snow late night, backpacking six hours to the Conundrum Hot Springs to plunge….naked…into the hot pools or caravanning with good friends and all of our children to the desert where the kids, in that magical evening light, build bike jumps as the parents drink margarita’s and bond around the campfire, with our clothes on.
We always thought that those trips would be a given, where every year we would all break out from our crazy schedules and get away from it all. But the reality is that times are busy and unless we take the time to map it out on our calendars, it won’t happen. So as soon as I stop writing I’m going to do some brain surgery and squeeze in a few trips that the boys are begging for: a spring Great Sand Dunes trip, a bike trip and farmers dinner in Paonia, a summer hut trip and a trip to Lake Powell and then I’m going to round up the troops and make it all a reality.
We must not forget that many of us have moved out here to escape the societal stresses inflicted upon us and I for one am ready to bring on the fun!