After a day of flying with Selkirk Tangiers, Becca and I drove to Lake Louise to meet back up with Zac and Grete to do some more exploring in the Canadian Rockies. While we were in Whitefish, we had schemed up some plans do the Yoho Traverse.
The Yoho Traverse is a variation of the more popular Wapta Traverse. Our plan was to start at Peyto Lake and spend the first night at the Peyto Hut. Next, we’d make out way to the brand new Louise and Richard Guy Hut, then finally off to the historic Stanley Mitchell Hut for the final two nights before exiting at Field. Continue reading Yoho, Yoho, To The Next Hut We Go
One more person to go and 3 minutes to the start….. I think I might be able to make it out of the bathroom line and have enough time to snap a quick photo with my adorable husband before the gun goes off. A quick kiss and a photo later and I was off on the adventure of a lifetime! The first 35 miles went by in the blink of an eye. The race started with a 5,000 foot climb and then leveled off with rolling terrain on a ridgeline. Did I mention that Wasatch Front has a total elevation gain of 27,000 feet? That’s almost the equivalent of hiking Mount Everest from sea level! Continue reading 100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 2)
One-hundred miles. As my friend Byron liked to repeatedly point out, that’s like running from Boulder to Colorado Springs. I’m not sure what inspired me to give running 100 miles a go, but when Anthony decided to go back to school, I decided it was perfect time to go for it! It is still mind blowing to me, that so many people want to run 100 miles that most of these races have a lottery. So in December, I threw my name in the hat for the Wasatch Front and crossed my fingers. Nine months and 1,873 miles later, I found myself waiting in line for the bathroom about to miss the start of the hardest race of my life. Continue reading 100 Miles of Heaven and Hell (Part 1)
With summer quickly coming to an end, Dan, Caleb, and I decided to go on a 3-night trip into the Black Canyon of the Gunnison River before we started our Fall semester. My neighbor, Chris, also joined us on this trip. It had been a busy summer with internships and work, so we were all eager to get into the canyon and unplug for a few days. Continue reading Three Strikes and You’re Out: A trip into the Black Canyon
I feel like I’m constantly playing catch up with my blog. A lack of internet connection while on the road, a busted computer, and ultimately me pursuing my MBA at CU-Boulder has put catching up on trip reports from our grand life break/pre-retirement on hold. But, I’m going to pick up right where I left off….
After seeing our friends Zach and Grete in Whitefish, MT, Becca and I made our way into Canada. An opportunity presented itself to go heli-skiing for a day, so my tired legs gladly accepted a break from hiking up hill and we stepped on the gas towards Revelstoke, BC.
Continue reading Whirlybirds in Canada