The city of Boulder, the ski resorts, and the Rocky Mountains have always been a favorite. The whole area is built around active people and surrounded by nature's playground. All of this makes the whole area shine. I of course had to stop by the famous "Boulder Running Company".
My wife and I were without kids, so with just a camel back and small backpack to carry rather than a couple offspring, we went up and down mountains on 5 hour hikes each day. We mixed up the hikes with some trail runs when possible, although many times I had to nearly grabble to move. Incredible, tricky inclines, and descents where one misstep would result in a face first dive into a minefield of jagged rocks made it feel more like mountain biking than running. Felt like a bad-ass at times, until some olympian-hopeful Boulderite flew by me.
My legs got pounded, my heart was happy, and now I return to the real world which has quickly taken over like a fast acting virus.
Pictures or it didn't happen.
On the top of the world looking down at creation
A pit stop on the way to an even higher peak
Hiking along a waterfall in Rocky Mt National Park
