Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Birthday Blizzard
Sunday, August 22, 2010
La Plata: Obscure and Unsigned
In the mountains in Colorado thunderstorms move in quickly in the afternoon (just like Florida) so it’s important to get on the trail early so you can get off the mountain before the weather gets bad. So we quickly ate breakfast, packed up camp, and drove back to the trailhead. We started down the trail and after half a mile the trail became very indistinct. We would lose it then find it again and it seemed to be too flat. We ran into another group of four with a dog that was having the same trouble. We all hiked together for a little while hoping the trail would become more obvious. After another half a mile we all realized that we couldn’t have been on the right trail. We looked at the topo for a while and realized we took a wrong turn way back near the trailhead. Apparently Hunter’s guidebook wasn’t kidding when it said this mountain was obscure and unsigned. We hiked back and found the right trail and headed up the mountain.
Since our little 3 mile detour cost us 2 hours we weren’t sure if we would be able to summit. We decided to hike as far as we could before the weather turned bad. The trail took us through the valley along a river, up a bunch of very steep switchbacks, past tree line, and through more switchbacks. After we reached the saddle we had to hike a bout a mile through boulder fields to the summit. Luckily the weather was great- no storm clouds in sight. Once we got to about 13,500 feet we started to feel lightheaded, dizzy, and nauseous. It was awesome. I stopped to rest and let some people pass me, when they did I made sure to tell them I was from Florida. We made the final push to the summit (14,336ft) and when we got there everyone yelled “Yay Florida!” I was so proud we made it.
As hard as the hike up was, the hike down was worse. We were so sore and tired and it took forever to get down the mountain. When we finally got back to the car Sean and Hunter were waiting for us with water and beer. We packed up the car, drove back to Colorado Springs, and fell into bed. It was the best and hardest day of my life. I can’t wait to do it again.
Drew's fun fact: Nebraska's official state soda is Kool-Aid.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Sean and I jump off of tall things into river
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Red Rocket
He registered it with the state of Colorado and put on his new CO tags this morning. After that we had to drive up to Longmont again to sign the contract for my job and sign the lease for the rental house. We knew it might be a bad idea to take our new old car on the highway right away but we were feeling adventurous. Sure enough, about 30 miles outside of Colorado Springs the temperature gauge started to creep its way up. I should’ve known that would happen, especially since we had two important appointments to get to. But after we turned off the A/C the temperature returned to normal and we didn’t have any further problems. We drove the rest of the way with the windows open and, luckily, made it to Longmont on time. We were able to sign the lease for the house, which we’re really excited to move in to. And I signed a contract for my job: no longer jobless and homeless all in one day! Now we just have to figure out what to do for the next two weeks…
Drew’s fun fact: 12 newborn children in the US will be given to the wrong parents daily
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Seriously, Are We There Yet?

This week has not gone as smoothly as the last. After leaving my parents we came back to Sean’s house to stay for a few days. We thought we’d find a place to rent, move in over the weekend, and have plenty of time to get settled in our new house before starting work. Well, things didn’t quite go as planned. We spent all day driving around Ft Collins on Friday and had no luck finding a house to rent. Apparently we just have bad timing because since Ft Collins is a college town all the good rentals are taken by now. We decided to check Longmont for a rental since it’s closer to the mountains and it’s where my job is based. Again we spent another couple hours driving around neighborhoods and searching on craigslist for a house. We finally found a cute little 1920s bungalow for rent in a great neighborhood in Longmont. We called the realty company and set up a showing immediately. The house ended up being perfect and the landlord was there as well. We filled out an application and shook hands with the landlord. They said they just needed to run a background check over the weekend but they would get back to us on Monday and we’d probably get to move in Tuesday or Wednesday. So we spent the weekend hanging out with Sean- the boys did yard work while I watched Glee (my new favorite tv show) on Hulu. We went to a river at the base of Pike’s Peak and jumped in 45 degree water and then went to a bar/outfitter/venue in Manitou Springs. That night we grilled venison burgers and drank beer while Drew played his Mandolin (thanks Devon!) on the porch; maybe a little too much beer because Sean accidentally fell down the porch stairs. It was a great weekend of relaxing but we were very anxious to get in our new house. Then Monday morning we called the rental company to verify that we passed the background check (not that we were worried or anything). But then we found out that the landlord rented the house to someone else, even though we had given him a deposit check and everything! Apparently there are jerks here in Colorado too. We had wasted the whole weekend thinking we had secured a house and now we had to start the search all over again. We were pissed. So we jumped back in the car, drove an hour and a half back to Longmont and did it all over again. This time we found a really cute house, which is actually better than the first one, but it’s not available until September 1st. We were disappointed that we would have to wait two weeks to get into the house, but life is good at Big Bird so we decided we could wait. We have an appointment with the owner tomorrow to sign a lease. Hopefully she won’t screw us over like the last one…
Our next mission: find a new old car for Drew.
Drew’s fun fact: A cockroach can live 9 days without its head. It only dies because it cannot eat.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Are We There Yet?

After much deliberation Drew and I finally decided to move to the front range. The job in Durango would have been great but the town was a little too small, a little too touristy, and a lot too far away. So today we left my parents and the trailer and drove back to Big Bird in Colorado Springs. We are so sick of the car! It took us 5 ½ hours to get here and we were so tired of driving that we almost didn’t care about all the amazing scenery we drove by- Sand Dunes National Park and the Sangre De Cristo Range. Thank goodness for Red Bull and Gummy Bears. We finally made it back to civilization and are so happy to be in immobile housing. We plan to stay with Sean for a couple days while we line up some rental houses to see in Boulder and Ft Collins. The great thing about the job I took is that we can live anywhere between these two towns. I’ll be doing house calls and seeing patients at different assisted living facilities and nursing homes in Longmont, Ft Collins, Loveland, and Greeley. The job has great hours, no weekends, no holidays, and no call! I’m really looking forward to taking care of a patient population that is often forgotten and neglected and also to having a great work-life balance. And since we have so much flexibility with where we can live Drew will have more opportunities in his job hunt. We’re so excited to find a house to live in, meet new people, and have a real life again!
Drew’s fun fact: A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why
White Knuckle Week
Again, a lot has happened in the past few days. We spent the night in Vail Sunday night to break up our drive to Durango. We met up with Drew’s high school friend Lori who has lived in Vail for the past couple years. She tried her hardest to convince us to be fellow ski bums but we decided it wasn’t in the cards for us. The next day we wanted to see Aspen so we drove farther west to Glenwood Springs and then turned south. After seeing the town, which was very cute and very pricey (gas was a dollar a gallon more expensive than anywhere else in Colorado), we decided to move on. We had also always wanted to see Crested Butte and we figured there had to be a way to get from Aspen to Crested Butte without going the long way around. Our National Geographic atlas didn’t show a way so I looked it up on my iPhone. Sure enough it showed us a county road that took you through a 12,000 ft pass. We headed that way from Aspen, drove half an hour along a road lined with multi-million dollar estates, only to come to a fork in the road- the left fork had a “road closed” sign and the right fork was an unpaved road consisting of boulders and dirt. My iPhone route directed us towards the right fork and as we stood assessing the condition of the road (or lack thereof) a big Toyota truck came towards us. Drew flagged them down and asked them about the road. They said it was beautiful with incredible mountain views and waterfalls but they had to turn around because they popped a tire. The driver kept looking at our Subaru and asking what kind of tires we had, if it was four-wheel drive, and if it had a low gear. Finally he said, “You should be alright” which for some reason was reassuring enough for Drew to want to proceed. I was absent for this conversation or else there is no way in heck we would have proceeded. So down the sketchy road we went. It got more and more rocky and narrow and windy and scary. My stomach was doing flip-flops thinking about how we were going to pop a tire out in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone service- I was sure I was going to miss my interview in Durango the next morning. But of course I didn’t say anything to Drew because I was trying to be adventurous and be a good sport about it. But finally enough was enough, I thought ‘screw adventure, this is stupid’ and thankfully at the same time Drew said “I think we should turn around.” So we did. We drove back through Aspen, up to Carbondale and then finally south again. Ultimately it turned into a two hour detour, but hey, now we know of a great off-roading trip to do one day when we have bigger tires, a satellite phone, and no next-day appointments.
The drive after that was amazing alternating with ugly. We drove through awesome mountain passes in the Gunnison National Forest, then through flat, ugly, coal-mining towns, then finally the San Juans. These were by far the most impressive and rugged mountains we've seen in Colorado. Some are rocky and craggy and some are green with snowmelt waterfalls that reminded me of pictures of New Zealand. We drove the pass through Ouray, which is nicknamed ‘The Switzerland of America’', a name it definitely earned. The bad part of this drive was that our gas tank was on empty. Drew was supposed to stop in Ouray for gas but there were only two crowded gas stations at the north end of the town. We thought we’d just catch one on the south end of the town but there wasn’t one and the road just spit you straight into a windy mountain road with no place to turn around- we had to keep driving. This was the scariest drive of my life. It took us along a road with no guardrails and cliffs at the edge that you would roll down forever. So as we climbed that gas gauge went further and further below E and I was getting more and more freaked out. We could see down the other side of the mountain into the valley and there were no gas stations in sight. For the second time that day I was sure I wasn’t going to make it to my interview in Durango. But finally we got over the pass and were able to coast. We ended up coasting in neutral literally for twenty miles into the next town; my friend Debi was right that our trip was “very Jack Kerouac”. I’ve never been so happy to see a tourist town with gas stations and cell phone service. I was so happy I even forgave Drew for killing a chipmunk in the road; he said “Anne, it was either us or the chipmunk” which I understand, but still, it was sad- may he rest in peace.
We made it the rest of the way to Durango without incident and had BBQ and locally brewed Ska Brewing Co beer for dinner. Despite Drew’s best efforts I was able to attend my interview this morning. It went very well- the doctors were great and it would be a four day work week! But now we’re conflicted about where to live and which job to take. I’m almost more stressed about this decision than I was about surviving the drive to Durango- Drew’s white knuckle drive turned into my white knuckle job hunt. I haven’t officially been offered the job in Durango but Drew and I are going to have to decide what to do if they do offer it to me. When we decided to quit our jobs and move out here I thought I’d be stressing over not being able to find a job and running out of money; I never dreamed I’d be stressing over which great job opportunity to pursue. Right now we’re leaning towards taking the job in the front range, but we’re going to sleep on it… we’ll let you know!
p.s. Sorry there aren't more pictures, I was too busy freaking out to take any.
Drew’s fun fact: Dueling is legal in Paraguay, as long as both parties are registered blood donors.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Free Ballin' At Treeline
The next day Drew and I went back to Rocky Mountain National Park for our first overnight hike. The park is very busy in the summertime so we didn’t get the campsite on the lake we wanted. Instead we were assigned a spot in a mountain meadow about 2 miles from Lawn Lake. The hike to the campsite was about 6 miles with 2,000 ft of elevation gain. The campsite ended up being in a really pretty spot and we got there just in time before the afternoon storm rolled in. We quickly set up camp and got attacked by swarms of mosquitoes. Who knew how much Florida and Colorado have in common- afternoon storms, mosquitoes, crazy drivers… Anyway after the storm passed we hiked another two miles to get to the lake. I have to say, this was the most beautiful, pristine lake I’ve ever seen.
On the other side of the lake the land formed a “saddle” between two 13,000 ft mountains. Drew looked up and said “We’re going to hike up there tomorrow morning.” I said “what’s this ‘we’ sh*t?” But sure enough the next morning I found myself headed toward the saddle. To reach the top we had to gain another 2,000 feet, but this time it was in only a mile and a half. It was like using a stair-stepper for two hours at altitude. It took us up above treeline, past another alpine lake, up to where we could see into the next valley. We took a bunch of pictures, patted ourselves on the back, tried not to vomit from exertion, and headed back down. It took only half the time to get back to the trailhead but twice as much pain from going downhill. By the end of the second day we were sore all over and ready to be done. When we got back to the car and headed toward civilization I got an e-mail on my phone from the doctor I interviewed with a couple days ago- he offered me the job! Drew and I immediately went to a pizza joint in Estes Park and binged on pizza and beer to celebrate our two victories- overnight hike and employment.
(as you can see from this picture Drew likes to hike in cute little running shorts without undies- hence the blog title)
Today we left the front range to spend the night in Vail. Drew has an old friend from high school that lives here that we wanted to see and I wanted to check out the town. Tomorrow we’ll drive south through the Rockies to Durango, CO where I have another interview this week. I’m waiting to see what happens with this job opportunity before I decide on the other. We’re so thankful that God has provided for us and indulged our dreams of living out west.
Drew’s fun fact: If you could throw a snowball fast enough, it would totally vaporize when it hit a brick wall
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Rocky Mountain High
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both were shot in the head.
Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners.
Both successors were named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names comprise fifteen letters.
Booth ran from the theater and was caught in a warehouse.
Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were both assassinated before their trials.
HERE'S THE KICKER:
A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.