It’s officially winter. And so far, I’ve been embracing it. There’s extreme coziness to snuggling up indoors and knitting/crocheting/quilting (which I love), but I don’t think anything is more invigorating than bundling up and heading outdoors to enjoy the beauty of winter.
A few weeks ago, I headed up to Glenwood Springs with a few friends for a girls weekend. It was fabulous. We stayed in a hostel, which meant cramming five of us into a space that’s smaller than an average dorm room. But it was fun and felt a lot like camp…late-night ghost stories included.
Here’s a view from my top bunk. That’s as wide as our mini hallway got. If this picture doesn’t make you feel claustrophobic, I’m not sure what would…
We headed out for a hike on both Saturday and Sunday. Both times, we went to the Hanging Lake trail. Snowshoes not necessary, although we did battle some snow/ice on the trail. On Saturday, we got too late of a start to finish, so that’s what we set out to do on Sunday. Here are some pictures from the adventure. It was so nice to get outdoors and break a sweat in the freezing cold. It’s like telling the cold “ha, you can’t get me, you can’t bring me down.” Or something like that.