Colorado is dreamy. Sharp mountains, sunshine, people beaming on their intense hikes up and down rocks streaked in red and purple. Short floppy cacti alongside sidewalks. Snow that falls in single flakes, so cold and distinct that you can trace the exact outline of the shape as it melts in your palm. Like tiny, sugary, snowflake-shaped sprinkles. We ate all the things. And drank all the coffee. I had a steamed hot chocolate two days in a row that got me super jacked up both times, and I loved every second of it. I'm not really one for intaking LOTS of uppers like caffeine. I try to moderate. But when I'm in a new, gorgeous place with SO much food I can eat I really can't help myself. There's a top notch chocolate shop on Pearl street in Boulder that sells some of the best bean to bar chocolate bars and an extensive line of creative house-made truffles, chocolate drinks, baked goods, marshmallows, vegan fudge... I could keep going but you get the idea!
And I should mention... Boulder is like a gluten free haven. We went to one restaurant that was 100% gluten free and had tons of vegan options AND was waaaaaay high vibe hippie dippy in a way I can't help but love. They had stained glass chakra art in the middle of the room. We ate grain free ravioli filled with chèvre. And a banana brownie sundae with sunflower seed ice cream. WHAT?!
It wasn't a great trip for snowboarding, although thankfully Logan got in on the slopes the one day it snowed. But we did tons of hiking and wandering and exploring and it was absolute bliss. And, you guys... getting to buy weed legally and carry it around in my bag legally and SMOKE IT legally is one of the top 10 coolest things that has ever happened in my life.
So, yeah. That ruled.
And yes I did King Dancer pose on this snow that at one point almost consumed me (it was about 6 feet deep). Because yoga poses in front of mountains are epic always.