The thing I love about living where I do is we can drive for two hours and find an amazing place to relax. After I killed myself to pull of the big conference, I needed a break. Josh suggested our usual trip to Ouray and I was feeling a little bored of Ouray and not sure I wanted to go. We ended up deciding to spend part of the day in Telluride and it was just perfect, exactly slow enough for me to recover from the craziness of the week before. I’m also starting to feel such a connection to that area. It’s becoming a symbol for me of rest and peace and relationship. Even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to go at first, I’m so glad I did. That trip grew some roots for me in those mountains.

We were there on the last day the mountain was open so people were out in crazy force, soaking up every last minute of snow. After a delicious lunch of mexican food in town, we road the gondola up to Mountain Village and sat in the town square drinking coffee around the big fire, watching people. I love ski culture, even though I’ve never really been part of it. People are so friendly, especially once you get a few beers in them. I love to watch the camaraderie. I loved sitting with the sun warming my face while the fire warmed my toes. I needed to just sit, doing what was exactly counter-intuitive to my personality: relaxing. I’m thankful that Josh knows exactly what I need, even when I don’t.