There is something so magical about walking where history took place. Where it looks like people just left and let the town crumble down around the pieces of their lives. Red Mountain Pass is a treasure trove of some of the neatest pieces of mining history. The day was made even greater because Chunka joined in. I let her find a comfy spot by the Jeep to rest while I explored a bit but she decided she wanted to come too so there she came, smile on her face and fluffy tail flying high behind me.....we made some memories and made our own history in place where such amazing history runs deep #miningtowns#offroading#jeeplife
Astoundingly royal blue lakes, the magical feeling, sight and smell of fall in the mountains, the breathtaking view from the top of a 14er, and insane mountain roads... all necessary components of a soul-revitalizing weekend! #colorfulcolorado#fall#happyheart#ouray
The old Yankee Girl mine, one of the biggest producers in the Silverton and Ouray mining district back in the day. This just recently became public land, sort of. Thanks to Mr. Baumgartner for not developing it, the couple from Montrose who bought it from him whose name I will go edit in later, the Trust for Public Land for obtaining rights for public access to the land, and I suppose to Idarado Mining for letting go of the place even though they could have maybe cleaned up some more tailings piles first, but hey. Oh and thanks to the local paper for highlighting these important local issues! This is about as real as news gets, I must have been one of the first people to legally camp here, after reading about the recent change of ownership. It was eerie and really cool and the views are great, even if the road in was kinda bad. Just dont drink the water.
Sometimes I just stop and think about how lucky my siblings and I were to be raised in Colorado and had parents who were not only always trying to do outdoorsy things with us kids for as long as I can remember, but fostered an encouraging spirit of going and chasing our passions and exploring for ourselves as we got older. That's something I've taken for granted for much of my life but it's increasingly rare and I have realized how much it shaped who I have become and I'm so grateful for that!
What was it that really ignited your passion for the outdoors?
It's fire season again.
And the ash in the air has my eyes stinging.
And I can hear the winter slowly awakening.
The mountains are my only goal.
So I can shed my skin, and be made whole.
And the crisp air and the red clay will be my salvation.
This year I am becoming my own home. (The Collection)