Well we made our first big journey as a married couple last January to the big ole' Rocky Mountains. It was as first time for both of us to see the Colorado Rockies, and really was the first time Nathan had ever been anywhere in the U.S. west of the Mississippi River. We are both mountain lovers, but our mountains in Tennessee don't even compare. The Appalachians are beautiful in their own right and I can't compare anything to the climbing back home in Chattaboogie, but the Rocky Mountains are a different breed, one of the few places that has literally taken my breath.
We flew into Denver on a ridiculously early flight out of Nashville (like 5:00 a.m. early, which means being at the airport by 4). We hung out with some friends in Murfreesboro a little too late the night before and were going on like 4 hours of sleep. We rented a brand new Subaru, which was extremely rad, and drove it up to Boulder, CO. We rented a crash pad (a bouldering pad) from Neptune Outfitters in downtown Boulder and drove up the mountainside to climb. The bouldering still really didn't compare to what we have back in the Boogie, but you couldn't beat the view with a stick. So we climbed all day until we didn't have the energy to pee and drove back down to Denver to our hotel. We spent the next two days on the ski slopes (Keystone and Winter Park) and almost died at least 12 times each but had a blast anyways. Neither of us really had much skiing experience (I think we had both skiied like two times before) but we blazed those beginner runs like a hot pepper through your intestines. And we had an absolute blast! Seriously, the skiing out West shouldn't even be mentioned in the same sentence as North Carolina or the like. Unbelievable! That John Denver....
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