Getting high.

Last week, Jesse and I flew to Denver, Colorado to visit our dear friend Amy. We bought our plane tickets nearly a month early so by the time we actually flew out there, we were more than excited. Now, I have loved the Appalachian mountains as long as I can remember. My dad used to take me hiking and camping up there since before I could walk. The rolling, misty, mountains have always intrigued me.

One minute they are shrouded in fog, and the next minute they are bright and vibrant. However, the Rocky mountains are a completely different beast.
Their daunting peaks and sheer cliffs have challenged and attracted people from all over the world to conquer them. Along with the lure of the mountains, Denver is known for it’s health, vitality, and “granola” culture.

Friday morning, Jesse and I rode the bus into town and wandered up and down the streets of downtown Denver. One of the first things we noticed was a protest going on in Civic Center Park in front of the Capital building called “Occupy Denver”. We asked a small, shriveled old man what the protest was about and he responded, “well, it is just a bunch of kids with nothing better to do than complain about the government!”. The next question I had was, “well then why are you a part of it?”. He answered right back, “I have nothing better to do than complain about the government!”.


Downtown Denver was unlike any city I’ve ever been too. Every time you turned around there was someone riding a bike, running, or walking their dog. Parks and natural food grocery stores were as common as gas stations. People in the shops, buildings, and on the street would greet you every chance they got. In fact, I don’t think I ran into a single rude person in all of Denver.

This was rather shocking... sometimes people give me a dirty looks when I order an extra-hot-grande-café-misto-with-protein-and-sugar-free-caramel-and-vanilla-syrup from Starbucks.


One of the highlights of our trip was climbing the Red Cone Mountain. Our original intention was to climb the fourteener “Grays and Torries”. However, a native of Colorado advised us to steer clear. The crowds were thick and the pathway was paved. Lame, right? He recommended and gave us directions to a secluded 13,000ft mountain called St. Edwards. We thanked him and headed out the next morning at 8 am to begin our adventure(ignoring his advice to buy a map of the area). Real adventures don’t start with maps anyways. Three hours later… we ended up in the middle of nowhere. Literally. We did not know where we were. We spotted a dirt road and followed another car to a small clearing filled with other cars and hikers.

After asking a fellow hiker where we should go, we selected a pathway that would supposedly lead us to “Beaver Gorge?”. Who knows. The pathway took us through woods, creeks, snow, fields, and rocks before we reached the tree line and caught sight of the tip of the mountain. As I climbed, I felt an intense pressure on the center of the top of my head. My ears started ringing. I even started seeing spots at one point. Maybe running wasn’t such a good idea… it was as if the mountain was trying to discourage me from climbing it. The peak right front of me was so close I could almost touch it.

Once I got to the top, the view took over. Literally. The pressure on my head, the ringing, and the spots disappeared. The overwhelming beauty of what God has made never fails to astound me.

More to come!