Living by Mother Nature's Rules in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado
The Mountains mean Silence. Respect. Wonder. Freedom.
I spent the summer running around Canada and then biking down the West Coast of the US searching for new places to potentially settle down into and call home. After traveling as far north as Jasper, AB, as far west as Tofino, BC, and as far south as the border of USA/Mexico, I came to the conclusion that while you can temporarily find a proper dwelling anywhere really, just as long as there is an ocean, a mountain, and some good coffee, this sweet little mountain town of Breckenridge, Colorado is one of the few places that has managed to entertain me long enough for me to call it a home.
I have nestled among the Colorado pines for four long winters and two short and beautiful summers, trying repeatedly to leave for the west coast before turning around and running back, surrendering to the Rockies and admitting that Colorado is the most irresistible place to call home in all of the land.
The most enticing characteristic of Colorado is how easy it is to get lost in the woods, away from people, yet stumble out of the trees to find civilization again and grab a beer with friends who have also been called home to the mountains just as I have. You can drive 20 minutes in either direction and feel completely cut off from society, completely on your own, surrounded by the trees, snow, wind, and blue skies with the fiery sun lighting up the entire Rockies.
I love the mountains for all the unforgiving peace they exude. Out here, you have to learn to be tough. Out here, you have to learn how to mold to Mother Nature's rules. Out here, you learn to trust yourself and revel in the solitude.
I believe living in a place that makes it so easy to disconnect, allows for space so you can be intentional when you are driven to connect. Our sweet little mountain town has provided a beautiful backdrop for brainstorming ideas for adventures, businesses, and lives that prioritize adventure, health, and community. We are always looking for the next trail to climb, searching to ski the cleanest of lines faster than the Front Range can wrestle with one another to drive side by side along I-70 to meet us, living life cyclically rising with the sunrise each morning and lowering with the sunset each evening.