Hands down I’m at my happiest when I’m in nature hiking, running, or even just sitting on my butt somewhere. If it’s outside the city, and I’m surrounded by foothills, pine trees and open space, with a trail ahead of me, I feel the stress of city life falling off of me with each step. Today I was lucky enough to have a companion along for my hike, one who understands my need to suddenly stop without warning (to snap “the perfect shot”), to go “just a tad bit further” (you never know what we might miss) and who tolerates (without irritation) my complete inability to remember what we were just discussing after snapping a photo or exchanging pleasantries with people we meet on the trail.
Mom and I have hiked many a trail together, and it makes no difference if we haven’t hiked together in a week or a few months, we have a rhythm. When we hit the trails, that rhythm kicks in and I immediately feel relaxed, happy, and at ease. A few years ago, Mom and I tackled her first fourteener (fourteen thousand foot peak for you flat-landers) together, and the hours and days we spent training together helped us form a bond that we had never previously held. The best bond, friends…
Today’s pics were snapped while hiking along the Flatirons Vista Trail in Boulder, CO
“A good life is a collection of happy moments.” Denis Waitley