SOMEWHERE IN NEVERLAND
This past weekend I got to adventure up to Dillon, Colorado with one of my good friends since my sophomore year of college. The main reason for the hour and a half trip was to see the Ice Castles (I really don’t recommend wearing Vans like I did, the popsicles I had for feet after walking through were not thrilled by that decision). For me, though, it turned into a brief trip back to the mountain life I (surprisingly) miss from time to time.
I didn’t get to spend as much time in the mountains as I would’ve liked when I went home over break (the roads close pretty much everywhere in Wyoming this time of year). The last time I truly got to breathe in the mountain air was the last time I wrote a column about the mountains after my trip to Estes Park for my birthday this past September. Dillon reminded me a lot of my family’s trips to see my Uncle in Salt Lake City when we would stop in Park City.
As I get further into my degree, move towards graduating in three more semesters, and eventually make the move to whatever other gigantic city for my eventual (hopefully) career, I know I’ll probably get further away from these opportunities to take a day to adventure to the mountains.
While the Castles and the mountains were certainly a cool element of the adventure, my favorite part (oddly enough) was the drive back to Denver. The sun had finally gone down that evening and being an hour and a half out of the city revealed what I so desperately miss living Downtown. Most of the drive my forehead was pressed to the passenger seat window watching the stars that lit up the face of the mountains fly past. Unfortunately, the city lights will never replace having a night sky full of stars for me but I’ll cherish any opportunity I get to see them.
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