There is something so stunning about a snow covered peak. And on the trip Jon and I took to Buena Vista over the past weekend, we got to see plenty. We were working at 14er Fest, a brand new yearly event that celebrates all things outdoors! From fly fishing to off reading to trial running to... well, just about any other thing. It was a great time, made even greater by our morning runs through the mountains. It was cold and wet and beautiful. The fall color was in full swing, kissed by frost and light snow.
The fog was dense and the clouds were low as we started our first run on the Colorado Trail. Oh yeah! Bivy was with too. He normally doesn’t go on mountain runs with us, because he is out of control. But when we travel as a family, our big guy can’t be left behind. He loves adventure as much as we do, but still needs some serious training. Anyways, the fog! The clouds! It was all really pretty and the cool temperature lent itself well to a long run through the high country.
Infrequently, the clouds would part and we’d catch these tremendous views of snowy peaks looming high over everything.
But within no time, the clouds would roll in, creating a dramatic vibe. This whole run, we were running to avoid rain. The destination was a giant waterfall, but the scenery along the way was awe-inspiring. The aspen leaves turning from gold to deep purple was mesmerizing. We spent a lot of the run chatting about what a nice day it was and how amazing the contrast of autumn and winter was- winter comes early in the mountains, but this was September 30th! A little bit early for snowy conditions.
For most of my running life, I have been solo. Hitting the trails and pavement alone, with my music or the sound of my feet being the hypnotic beat to follow. When Jon decided to take up running, it changed many things about how I run. Mainly that I appreciate the company and conversation. I notice more interesting or lovely sights on trail, because my alert system is eased a bit. It’s great to have a partner in all things and it makes me smile constantly when I think about how lucky I am to have one. The photo below captures this. A simple moment of clarity, color and pure love. The two guys in my life and the mountains we call home.
Clouds dropped lower as our run progressed, creating a landscape that was dreamy and surreal.
“I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.” -Henry David Thoreau
We made it to our destination and it was glorious. A towering and layered waterfall, with a few wildflowers still blooming bright. The autumn leaves were glistening and the falls were roaring. Peace. Freedom. Passion. Wholeness.
As we turned to leave, the storms began. We put on the jets and boogied out of there, narrowly missing the rain and celebrating our dry clothing once we made it to the vehicle.
This was an empowering run. We were able to witness two seasons at once. On this day, nature was harsh and magnificent.