Just Fritzin' Around

Every winter, we plan an epic trip to one of the 10th Mountain Division Huts. This winter, we went to Fritz Hut.

Fritz Hut is located just outside of Aspen, Colorado - a short jaunt from home. We started our skin up at 9:00 am. The first portion of the trail is gradual and lovely. The second portion is long and steep. I was grateful to have skins on my cross country skis; without skins I would've been hiking up.

After 5 tricky miles we arrived at the hut. We quickly made a fire and began preparing appetizers. We were lucky to find an old guitar at the hut, and we enjoyed singing (poorly) and playing the guitar into the night.

The next day we woke up early and headed out to go exploring. We ventured up Bald Mountain, which was an easy skin-up and a fun ski down - especially on cross country skis. The remainder of our afternoon was spent sledding, throwing snowballs and drinking hot chocolate on the porch.

The ski down consisted of cramping legs, a powerful snowplow stance and an inevitable broken pole. I tried to ski the remainder of the downhill with only one pole, but struggled to keep my balance. I ended up walking the remaining mile and a half to the car.

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

As an ode to summer, we floated down Ruby Horsethief in October. As the mountaintops of Colorado began to turn white, we were working on our Chaco tans and drinking ice cold beer.

As usual, we began our trip on a Friday night. We didn't begin floating until well-after dark. It's always exciting to be on a river at night, guided by moonlight.

Rio and Loki came along, too. They soaked up the sun on the boat, rode the nose of the paddle board and rolled in the warm sand in the evening.

Crystal Mill

We journeyed up to the old Crystal Mill outside of Marble, Colorado on a beautiful fall afternoon. The colors were glorious, and the hike was majestic - aside from the jeeper dust.

Aspen to Crested Butte for Vinotok

For my birthday, some friends and I decided to hike 12 stunning miles from Aspen to Crested Butte on West Maroon Pass. We began our journey at 5:00 am, hoping to avoid the crowds of tourists that tend to gather at the Maroon Bells - and we did just that.

It wasn't until we began ascending West Maroon Pass that we saw other people on the trail. The top of the pass revealed remarkable views of the surrounding valleys that reached toward Aspen and Crested Butte. It was a beautiful fall day, and we lingered quite a while on top of West Maroon Pass.

The descent was quick and in a short amount of time we found ourselves back in the trees. We popped out of the trees into the parking lot about six hours after we began hiking that morning. We enjoyed a cold beer and some lunch before piling into the vansion and heading into town for the Vinotok Festival.

Vinotok proved to be even weirder than expected. I treasure small towns, free spirits and wacky festivals.

Saturday Sopris Summit

"The early bird gets the summit," is the mantra I repeated to myself as I rolled out of bed at 2:30 am. Hitting the trail at 3:00 am was rough, and even though there was a full moon, we still needed headlamps. The trail was rocky and hiking it in the dark was not ideal, but we hiked on.

Finding ourselves above tree-line as the sun began to rise made hiking in the dark for 3 hours totally worth it! It was a magnificent sunrise; one I won't ever forget.

Sopris defeated me last summer, and I was determined to summit that stubborn mountain this summer. From the trailhead to the summit the hike is around 13 miles roundtrip. When you combine that with the intense elevation gain it makes for a really long day. The summit of Mount Sopris stands at 12,966' high.

We reached the summit around 9:00 am, and were happily surprised by the lack of wind - and people! We spent an hour alone on the summit of Mount Sopris sharing snacks and celebratory beer!

We began our decent at 10:00 am and were thrilled when we made it to Thomas Lakes around noon. We took a long break at the lakes and as the storm clouds began rolling in we decided to keep heading down to the car.

The last 2 1/2 miles of the hike felt like an eternity, but we kept trucking none-the-less. It was the perfect Saturday to summit Sopris, and I couldn't be more excited to have made it to the top!

Handies Peak

No matter how long I'm away, the San Juan mountains always feel like home to me. Their beauty is like nothing I've found elsewhere. While visiting family in Durango, CO this past weekend, we decided a bit of adventure was in order and we went hiking to the top of Handies Peak.

We all woke up at 4:00 am, and my step-dad drove us all to Silverton, up Cinnamon Pass and into American Basin. The drive was rough - four wheel drive was certainly required - and it took us nearly 3 hours!

Everyone was happy to get out of the car at American Basin when we arrived at 8:15 am. We began hiking right away. I imagine hiking this trail in July is spectacular, as it would be lined with wildflowers. Unfortunately we didn't see many wildflowers, but it is the end of August, so we were expecting that sad reality.

The trail is very scenic from beginning to end, and Sloan's Lake is stunning - especially as seen from above. We summited the peak at 10:30 am, and quickly drank our celebratory beers. At 14,048 feet, Handies Peak became my sister's first fourteener summit.

As we began our descent the storm clouds rolled in. My brother, sister and I shared stories and laughter while searching for geodes and spotting fat, happy marmots all the way to the truck. It was a day I'll never forget, and I'm so glad to have shared the experience with family.

Rafting Ruby-Horsethief

Summer is coming to an end, and when I got the opportunity to raft Ruby-Horsethief on the Colorado River, I didn't hesitate to say "YES!" Ruby-Horsethief is a mellow float down the Colorado River between Loma and Westwater.

There are virtually no rapids, so my sister and I decided to paddle duckies (inflatable kayaks) down the river. We all met at the put-in around 5:30 pm and quickly rigged boats while three people in our group shuttled cars to the takeout.

We launched around 7:00 pm, and expected a 45 minute float to our campsite. The sky turned pink as the sun went behind the canyon wall, and I realized it was going to get dark - fast! We had missed our night-one campsite, which was supposed to be Bull Draw!

We continued on until 10:00 pm working hard to stay close together and listening to beavers splash in the water all around us. Just as I began to get a tiny bit panicked, we found a spot to camp for the night. It wasn't a great spot, but I was relieved to be off the dark water.

The next day we continued on and found our second campsite at Black Rocks without any trouble. We pulled up, made camp and settled in for the night. A few people from our group hiked down to the "jumping rock" for a bit of added excitement. The rest of us cooled off by floating in the calm water right in front of our campsite.

On Sunday we headed out early and made good time to the take-out. The weather remained beautiful for the entirety of our trip, and we all packed up our gear with big smiles and sunburns!