Sorry I haven't been able to write in way too long! Internet up here is getting worse and frankly, I've been spending my time sleeping, reading, and jamming anyway.
That is, except for this past week. Yesterday we got home from backpacking in the red Colorado deserts with a couple friends. 4 days of heavy backpacks, limited water, climbing over rocks, inching across ledges, dodging cacti, and sleeping in the dirt under the stars. Oh, and pooping in holes. Oh and soap wasn't a thing. Neither were clocks. Or escalators.
The first night we spent in the Colorado National Monument. After hours spent in bumpy cars with people and noise I snuck away to scout out our territory as soon as we got there. I jumped over holes and climbed over rocks until my next step was to slide over the edge of a massive cliff! I sat and scaled the distant mountains, the sun in my eyes and covered in dirt.
"Clean dirt!" Cause there's a difference. Except when it's on everything... Like your Chapstick. And your water bottle mouthpiece. And sunburn. And everything... And you end up chewing dirt.
Haha. No. It was beautiful, all bratitudes aside. After living in flatly Minnesota my whole life, I kind of had to let it soak in. Breathtaking, I tell you.
Chris Austen, or "Captain" was our guide. Experienced mountain man. He's been leading adventures for longer than I've been alive I bet. He was such a poppa to us. He'll be 50 years old this weekend. I would have never guessed. Mark, "Rafiki" was a friend Chris ministered with at Burning Man this year and brought along for the ride. Mark has a headfull of gorgeous, blonde, dreadlocks and a heart sold out for Jesus.
I'll never admit how long I stared... Or drooled.
Kinsey's trail name is "Sunshine"
Spencer is "Guardian"
Sam is "Pepe"
I'm "Story"
Cause trail names happen with Chris when your hiking for hours.
Well! After the US government shut down, we were forced to get creative and we moved our way to Rattle Snake Arches. No rattlesnakes were found but we climbed down into the lowest crevices of the canons, found the Colorado River, pumped some water clean, and climbed back up to the highest point we could find. Hopefully I'll be able to nab some pictures from someone eventually.
Anyhoo, there's a little snapshot of an awesome week. We got home and Chris, Mark, Sam, and I jammed into the night.
Chris happens to be good friends with Tim Coons and Aaron Strumpel, who's music is the soundtrack to my life, and we played a few of their songs. This made my heart melt.
I woke up this morning to a white Christmas wonderland out side my window and with a heavy heart, said goodbye to Mark and Chris.
The mountains are spotted with Autumn's golds and reds but the tops are capped with snow. What an interesting view.
So much peace and so much anticipation comes with the hint of a new season.
Check back next time! Maybe I'll finally get to posting a photo tour of my home up here!
Much peace.
-Story
Look at dem bronzed-burnt cheeks. 
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