This is one of our favorite pictures of Ollie and we counted days to post it 🙊
We are not going to be as active today as we have been for the past couple of days. We are having a special ‘no kiddos’ trip so our three tails are hanging out with their grandma today 👵🏼 - -
Alguien súper diferente a ti, que te complemente, tal vez no con las mismas metas pero si con las mismas ganas de crecer, eso es, simplemente eso.
Last weekend I spent a couple days in the talkeetna mountains. My goal was to complete the Bomber Traverse, a foreboding 30 mile loop that I’ve had my eye on for some time but never attempted, mostly out of apprehension. This trek covered a variety of terrain, some of which I’ve never experienced, some of which I found to be pretty scary, but in a way that excites me now just to think about. Long plodding miles through densely vegetated valleys. Seemingly endless boulder fields that come alive underfoot, occasionally grumbling in the distance, like thunder warning you not to stick around too long. Steep mountain passes from which glaciers lead you into tundra filled valleys surrounded by jagged peaks, filled with wildflowers and meandering little creeks for filling your water bottle. And the best part, at the end of each slog there’s a friendly little hut waiting to offer refuge to you and whoever might show up. The huts are filled with tokens of past adventures, which create a feeling of home and history rather than just shelter. Log books filled with stories, books and old magazines of varying subject matter (some rather strange). A stock of kitchen supplies for cooking a true meal. Board games. And windows that make you feel privileged to see such views from the comfort your sleeping bag. I feel fortunate for this experience, I learned a lot, and I’m left wanting more. Thanks Luke and Elliott having me, lets do it again 🤘🏻