The original motherland

I originally started this blog last May to chronicle my return to Colorado. Mostly I wanted to write about the awesome trail runs that I was finding in the Denver area. After my staycation summer, it morphed into a blog about my adventures in Colorado and fun times in the mountains, with the occasional entry about The Bachelor and The Baby-Sitter’s Club thrown in the mix. The title of the blog, “Return to the motherland,” is a play on the fact that I am technically a Colorado native. I was born in Colorado and lived there until I was ten years old, and consequently, moving back has been a fun experience. I did some digging in family photo albums over the past few days, and I found some great pictures of my original days in Colorado.

The original motherland:

I used to be chauffeured around the mountains. Zero effort all the benefits. Living the good life. I also used to rock some sweet hats. Special mention to the excitement of my brothers in this picture.Karl and I do Garden of the Gods.I think I was scared that the rock was going to fall on top of me. Someone should have told me it was reinforced with concrete.Alpine Tundra. My hair was a hot mess.Cross country skiing at Glacier Basin in RMNP.Rocking the hiking boots. I meant business.Waterfall west of Loveland. Memorial Day on Trail Ridge Road in RMNP.Tree on the way to Dream Lake in RMNP. I still pass by this tree to this day! Chilling with the bros at the YMCA of the Rockies.My parents never bought me a horse. They obviously didn’t love me. The creek at the Great Sand Dunes. Clearly the most fun part.