Adventure into another World
We recently went on a 3-day backcountry Rocky Mountain adventure with our friend and guide, Lanny of Two Mann Studios. It was pretty effing incredible, to say the least. But I’ll say a little more…
How would I describe our Rocky Mountain adventure? Tears, sweat, blood, Amarone wine, overcoming fears, the best mountain guide we could have asked for, and the unmistakable wild magic of nature. We got to explore a part of the world that still holds the power of nature that’s been untouched for thousands of years. We saw places that make you want to sink to your knees with a smile on your face and tears streaming down your cheeks as you realize how f*cking beautiful mother earth is and how lucky we are to experience this unbelievable place.
Remembering who we are
Part of what made it so special was earning what we saw. It was climbing for hours up loose, steep rock, focusing entirely on the present moment to navigate “this foot has to go here, this hand needs to grasp this” until you finally reach the summit with adrenaline coursing through your veins and a sheen of sweat over your entire body. You step out on the summit, realizing just how strong and capable your body is as a gust of pine and glacier scented wind washes over you and demands that you to look at what’s before your eyes: towering peaks and endless ridges that remind of who you are, an animal and a child of this wild Earth.
Shedding the City Buzz
It can be so easy to forget our nature when we live in the buzz of a city and the worlds we create online and in our minds. It’s such a simple thing to remember who we are. “This foot goes here, this hand grasps this”. The entire world, it’s worries, doubts and judgements melt away. There’s just you, your body, the earth below you and nature all around you. Answers to questions you didn’t think to ask become clear as your body sings with joy for being able to express itself with movement and fulfill its nature.
Huge thank you to Lanny for coaching us through all of the tricky terrains that we (or maybe just me) simply wouldn’t have crossed my limited experience. And thank you to the mountains, for reminding us of who we are. We can’t wait to see you again.