1. take me back to that warm august day.

    to first-chair-last-calling.

    early morning workouts.

    to those pitchers of summer margaritas. the giant glasses of red.

    the layers of turquoise and those cowboy boots.

    apollo astronauts.

    cutting willows on the river.

    patron shots with momma b.

    that late night campfire.


  2. "In French, you don’t say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you."
    — Unknown (via theantiquated)

    (Source: thesoutherly, via aconnoisseurofroads)

  3. Sometimes you will never know the value of something, until it becomes a memory. - Dr. Seuss

  4. let’s talk about how dope these gold + gray necklaces are…



  5. Summer Weekending: Mountain Style Edition

    Amongst the many things I enjoy about living in Denver, I think I appreciate the proximity to the mountains the most.


    Anyone who knows me in real life will tell you that during the week you will find me lost in my paper littered office, two or three cups deep into morning coffee black, (I’m taking another stab at paleo. damn you robb wolf and all of your hipster nutritional theories) thinking about acquisition strategy, how that operating agreement I pushed to the side needs to be reviewed and potentially negotiated at some point, what items should be put on the docket at the next regulatory hearing, and intermittently wondering if I could get away with rocking that navy and black leather Theory blazer to my next technical review with upper management because its super fierce.

    But the thing is, as much as I want to pretend that playing career girl Monday through Friday (okay, and on the occasional weekend too) can be somewhat rewarding, the truth of the matter is that I don’t really feel all that whole from making deals for the big company I work at.

    But I do when we’re drifting along the fingers of the lake, sans cellphone service with copious amounts of sunshine.


    And I do when I am rain soaked and sweat-ladden looking out over the valley I have been so fortunate to call home for the last twenty-eight plus years…


    More often than not I crash on my mountain bike.

    I get dirty.

    And banged up.

    But I usually learn something. And get up stronger.

    I think about things from a different perspective, because getting outside of the grind (both physically and mentally) not only allows my “work” and “play” lives to cohabitate, but it serves as a much needed and constant re-evaluation button. There’s just something about being out there that works as a catalyst for me to be a better person. To be more thankful. To count my (many) blessings. To push myself. Physically and mentally. To be kinder, to really live, disconnect from the treadmill. To shut off my phone, and my work emails.

    These little betrayals of my weekend life peek through into the office by way of massive leg bruises or scrapes across my knees. But they function as helpful reminders of what is most important and who I want to be.

    what I wore - headband: pistil | necklace: Isabel iny

  6. today, I am so thankful for the outdoor community in crested butte. it’s so incredibly uplifting to hear complete strangers be so encouraging and cheer you on when you tackle a tough feature. especially not knowing that I was having an off day and was struggling so much.

    I’ll admit after my my bad wreck two weeks ago my confidence has been pretty low. while my sureness on a bike will continue to need a little tlc, my faith in this sport and the people involved is pretty darn high.


  7. psa of the day: did y’all know lululemon had a blog?


    and that it’s awesome?

    - if you’re in the market for some great summer reading this weekend…  

    - or a recipe for paleo cinnamon rolls. (hello sunday morning!)

    - looking for some new lingo to work into your runners vocabulary?

    - where I discovered (and embraced) the idea of the ”joy of missing out”.

    - this.

    - amazing sunscreens that trump heat and sweat.

    31 runs. probably the coolest thing you’ll read (and then think about)  all day…

    - detox and you don’t stop.

    - things that are right up my alley.

    - priorities.

  8. cactus no. 75 from kwang-ho lee. from strange plants, a new book that explores the relationship between artists and plants. | via texturism and tmagazine 

  9. I tend to approach look backs more from a “fiscal year” standpoint that a calendar year if you will. I’ve never really bought into the whole idea of New Year’s resolutions, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt different in January than I did in December.

    But spring.

    Spring, gives birth to a new perspective. A shedding of winter weight, both in the context of those few extra hibernation pounds, (because let’s face it, when its 10 degrees and dark outside at 5:00, the last thing I want to do is hoof it down the street to the gym), and by way of offering up the opportunity to let-go and move on.

    One of the concepts I have been kneading into my heart lately is Aparigraha. The art of letting things (both possessions and mind clutter) go that I hold onto a little too tightly.

    The thing is, I miss who I started to become last summer. I accomplished and experienced so many big things. Buying my first home all by myself. Learning to mountain bike. Letting of things that weren’t meant for me. Finishing the Tough Mudder. Finding out what really makes my mind and body strong. Walking my Momma down the aisle. Saying goodbye to one of the dearest things in my life, my horse Kona. Discovering what it’s like to find someone truly worthy of your love and life. Rescuing a sweet little girl (Dori Doodle!). Checking big items like cat-skiing in the Kootenay’s off my bucket list. Running my first half. Completing my Master of Science degree.

    And while I am proud everything I have undertaken and overcome, I can’t help but feel like the last couple months of working full time and finishing up graduate degree has completely drained me. At times it took everything I had just to turn in that analytical paper about Amaranth deflating, while simultaneously meeting that work deadline, let alone cooking something that didn’t come in a frozen package, or laying down a couple miles on the pavement.

    I’ve lost touch with those things that really center me. Writing here included.

     I am so grateful that I’m finished with school. That it’s spring, er, summer. That I can start fresh. That I can work on getting Jessica back. That I now have time to share it here again.

  10. Recently, New York City-based photographer Daniel Zvereff acquired some of the last remaining stock of Kodak Aerochrome film. 

    Daniel brought the ultra-rare film to the icy arctic, transforming the sea of white into hues of magenta, purple, and blue. 

    The Arctic Captured With Rare Kodak Aerochrome

    (Source: photojojo, via krysosandchandi)

  11. mountain bound.


  12. "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
    — Ralph Waldo Emerson

  13. "Everybody has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons."
    — Donald Miller
  14. life lately.

    the second half of summer has been so go-go-go, and gawd that’s not even a good excuse for what it is.

    miles and miles of single-track. two 401 days, two strand. countless scrapes and bruises. lesson learned with each fall, techniques improved. confidence found. one trip to cheyenne. a renewed love for cowboy boots. a trip home to see my sister. my family. three routine business trips to montana. and one to watford city - a far away place that was once just a spot on a map. one that built my career and now is a real place. the project i’ve worked on since its concept two and a half years ago. and an end of summer party in the mountains. meeting an apollo astronaut. a couple genuine conversations with some mentors I very much admire. a week in dallas to work on the biggest deal of my career. a humbling reminder of how capable I am, and how much faith my company and employer has in me. and above all the opportunity to have authentic time spent fortifying relationships with my girlfriends.    

    i’ll admit that i’ve been digging in the weeds at work and with grad school, but the truth of the matter is that I have been pushing myself to be that busy. to love. to live with purpose. to move on.  busy leaves less time for your broken pieces, but who wants to admit that?

    i made the unequivocal decision that there may never come that perfect time to travel to the places you want to go. to learn to mountain bike. to wear that dress that makes you feel like a million bucks. to buy a house. to build a home. a life. to adventure in the mountains. so you just do it. 

    without fail fall always has this way of being a re-setting point for me. and in a strange way, there’s a lot of comfort in that. as unlikely as it sounds, I’m thankful for this hurting. for these lessons. for this blessing i’ve yet to understand (psalms 20). for this time to learn to be a better version of me.  mean it.

    what I wore- dress: flying tomato | Espadrilles: Tory Burch | Belt: Vintage |Turquoise earrings: Vintage

  15. - if you’re looking for a great new read, pick up and the mountains echoed. couldn’t put it down, ended up reading the whole book in a day. that good. 

    - always a sucker for seasonal fun, i’ve been snagging pumpkin items left & right. but the real win came when i found this pumpkin chocolate chip cookie recipe. go forth & bake.

    wild greens & sardines is the newest food blog to be added to the regular rotation. the pictures are beautiful [see above], the recipes sound delicious.

    - have you guys seen this wedding slow motion booth video? what an awesome way to capture the fun. 

    - this clip of diane von furstenberg. i can’t get over it, she is just all types of fantastic.

    via littlelaur