Happy New Year! Wow, what a year – right? For me, 2014 was a year of exciting highs, challenging lows and most of all big changes. It was a year that seems to have flown by (wasn’t Christmas 2013 like a month ago?), but when looking back some of the things I experienced this year seem to have happened ages ago. Can anyone else relate?
Since we talk travel here at Peaks and Passports, come with me as I recap the highlights of my 2014 travel experiences…
It all started in January with a fabulous getaway to Telluride, CO. I had the pleasure of staying at a true luxury hotel in one of my favorite towns in Colorado, plus finally skiing that amazing mountain.
Then, I spent most of February and March traveling back and forth between my home in Colorado and Phoenix, Arizona for work. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed Phoenix. In addition to making some new friends on my travels, I snuck in some gorgeous hikes amid even more beautiful sunsets.
And toward the end of my Arizona stint, I spent a truly fabulous girls weekend with my mom and sister in Scottsdale and Sedona. In Scottsdale, we stayed in what is now one of my favorite hotels.
Then it was on to Sedona, which totally charmed me. Between the ridiculous red rock views…
… Delicious food, boutique shopping and friendly locals, we just loved the town. Then we literally took it to a whole new level with a jaw-dropping hot air balloon ride.
In between and after all of that Arizona sunshine, I managed to sneak in a truly spectacular ski season. I soaked up glorious powder days and snowy shenanigans with my friends.
After saying goodbye to ski season, I had a packed spring travel schedule. I kicked it off the way I usually do, with a weekend getaway to visit my parents in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. There’s no better place to go after a long, cold winter!
Then I headed off for a weekend in San Antonio, Texas, where I experienced the Riverwalk, saw the Alamo and ate lots of delicious food.
After returning from Texas, I headed north to Minneapolis, Minnesota for a friend’s wedding, where I was pleasantly surprised by how much I loved the city. One of the highlights of the quick trip was an afternoon spent cycling around downtown on rented bikes. It was the perfect way to experience the city.
Then, the summer flew by in a flurry of trips back to Williamsburg for weddings…
And of course, plenty of hiking.
Much to my own surprise, I even got back on my mountain bike for a few glorious rides. Cheers to conquering fears!
My final big trip of the summer was to a ranch in Montana, where a group of friends and I celebrated a friend’s 30th birthday with a rodeo, hiking, hot springs and a couple of lazy floats down the Yellowstone River.
Summer bled into a busy fall, starting off with a mother-daughter weekend in Colorado Springs. We stayed at the gorgeous Broadmoor hotel and hit all of the Springs highlights – Garden of the Gods, Pike’s Peak, Air Force Academy and the Olympic Training Center.
Of course, I took advantage of my favorite hiking season and spent plenty of time frolicking among the golden aspens.
One of my best friends came to visit with a great group of girls and I had the best time hanging out with them and doing fun touristy things, like riding the gondola to the top of Vail mountain for views like this.
While the weather was still warm, I visited a friend in Fort Collins for a fantastic bike and beer tour of the city. Located less than 3 hours away, Fort Collins and its craft beer scene have been on my must-visit list for a long time. Neither the location nor the brew disappointed!
I took the (very) scenic route home from Fort Collins, meandering through Rocky Mountain National Park by way of the town of Estes Park. It was a fantastic, photogenic road trip that I should really share more about. Soon, I promise!
Autumn in my world was dominated by the longest stretch I’ve spent outside Colorado since moving here 7 years ago – my whirlwind East Coast tour. I spent time in my hometown of Williamsburg, visited my sister in Great Falls and roamed around Washington, D.C.
Then, I visited one of my best friends and her adorable family in central Virginia, where we spent a gorgeous day tasting wine in the mountains.
Next it was up to New York City for a fun and fast-paced girls weekend.
Followed by a weekend in Boston with my dad, where we celebrated my grandmother’s birthday and toured Fenway Park, among other things.
From Boston, I headed to Saint Augustine, where I stayed with one of my best friends and fell in love with the gorgeous Florida city.
Leaving St. Augustine, I drove straight to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, where I spent a few weeks studying and lounging on the beach. It wasn’t a horrible way to spend early November. Not horrible at all.
Then, I finally headed back to Colorado, where I enjoyed some truly fantastic early-season skiing. It was some of the most fun and the best conditions I’ve experienced in ages.
Now, I’m wrapping up a relaxing holiday spent with family and friends in Virginia.
If I’m allowed to measure the past year based on the quality, quantity and variety of travel I accomplished, then I’ll call 2014 a total success. But as always, I’m looking forward to making the year to come even better than the one I’m leaving behind. Here’s to a happy, healthy new year filled with joy, beauty and adventure!
While passing through Washington, D.C. in October as part of my Whirlwind East Coast Tour, my mom and I stopped to spend the afternoon strolling around a few of the city’s beautiful monuments. I used to call D.C. home, and never tired of the city’s fabulous cultural and touristy offerings. Having been away for the last 5 years, I couldn’t resist stopping in to reminisce.
We parked a little ways off the National Mall and started with the FDR Memorial. The FDR is one of the newer memorials and is different in appearance from most of the others. Instead of a large white marble structure, it consists of a series of “rooms” that walk you through FDR’s very eventful presidency. It doesn’t photograph well, but is totally worth a visit.
Then we made our way around the Tidal Basin, with views of the Washington Monument and Thomas Jefferson Memorial along the way.
From there, we wandered past the Reflecting Pool (does anyone else think of Forest Gump every time they see it? “Jenny!”)
And through the Vietnam Veterans Memorial (unpictured), which is in my opinion one of the most powerful and sobering sights in Washington, D.C. Our last stop was the Korean War Memorial, which has always been one of my favorites artistically speaking.
The fall foliage put it over the top, but if you’re in D.C. and able to tour the monuments at night, this one is particularly amazing. It takes on an almost eerie appearance. Plus, all of the memorials are lit beautifully at night and you’ll avoid the crowds. Just do it.
From the District, we headed out to my sister’s beautiful home in Great Falls, Virginia. More to come soon!
I’m baaaaack! And boy do I have a lot to catch you up on. It’s been a busy travel month for me – in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been so many different places in the span of 30 days. Now that I’m safely back home, I’m reflecting on the fun, busy, crazy month I’ve had. I’ll be back with more in-depth posts on most of these destinations, but to give you an idea of what I’ve been up to…
Just as the snow started to fly in Colorado, I packed my bags and said goodbye to the phenomenal fall foliage that was sure to be off the trees within days.
I jetted off to my hometown of Williamsburg, Virginia, where I spent a few days relaxing at my parents’ house. It was a pretty mellow few days, and the highlight was running around their beautiful neighborhood on a 4-mile route that’s become one of my favorites over the last few years.
From there, it was up to Washington, D.C. and the nearby suburb of Great Falls, Virginia to spend some time with my sister and her husband. On our drive up, my mom and I stopped in D.C. and played tourist for an afternoon, strolling around a few of the memorials.
Later that weekend, we went on a family outing to see the waterfall that gives Great Falls its name. I’d heard it was pretty spectacular, but I was still blown away by the size and beauty of these falls so close to D.C.
At the end of that weekend, I jumped in the car and headed to Waynesboro, a town in mountainous central Virginia, to visit one of my closest friends and spend time with her adorable baby boy. My only priority was spending some quality time with those two, but I also managed to hit peak fall colors in the area and we got to spend a day wine tasting. Great friends, cute babies, gorgeous scenery and wine… does it get any better than that? (Hint: no, it really just doesn’t.)
After that, I headed back to Williamsburg by way of Charlottesville, home of the University of Virginia’s picture-perfect campus. I enjoyed a couple days of downtime in Williamsburg before heading off to New York City for a girls weekend with my mom and my sister.
We spent a jam-packed three days in Manhattan sightseeing, eating, going to the theater and shopping our way around the city. It was as fun as it was exhausting.
From New York, I flew straight to my favorite city in the Northeast, Boston, to celebrate my Nana’s birthday. My dad met me there, and we spent a great few days in the city, including a tour of Fenway Park.
After Boston, I relished a couple more days of downtime in Williamsburg before heading south. I visited another one of my best friends and her family in St. Augustine, Florida. I’d never been to St. Augustine before, and it quickly became one of my new favorite destinations. I’ll definitely be back with more photos and details on my stay there. For now, it looked a little bit like this:
After a great stay in St. Augustine, I rented a car and drove to my final destination, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. My parents spend half the year down there and have always raved about how gorgeous November in South Florida can be. I finally got to experience it, and it was truly spectacular.
Now I’m back in the mountains where I belong, trying to wrap my head around the idea of winter and all of the fun that ski season and the holidays bring. I’m happy to be back, but it’s always a rude awakening to go straight from the beach to a snowy winter wonderland. I know, you must feel really sorry for me. I’ll be back soon with details on some of these adventures!
Well friends, I did it again. I let the day job get in the way and it’s been entirely too long since we’ve chatted. And I feel even worse about failing to post because we are in the throes of the most photogenic time of year: summer in Vail. I’ve had some fabulous adventures this summer that I intend to fill you in on in full detail, but for now I’ll catch you up on some of my favorite images of the summer so far. Prepare yourselves – this post may be a little all over the place!
After a winter of plenty of delicious snow, the summer welcomed us with raging rivers.
And between the snow melt and above-average rainfall, our wildflowers have been out of control.
I managed to sneak in one of my favorite hikes while the flowers were at their peak, and it did NOT disappoint.
No matter how many times I’ve hiked the Stag Gulch Trail, coming around the corner to find that meadow in full bloom will never get old.
In addition to lots of fantastic hiking, I’ve also rediscovered the beauty of a simple walk – particularly the walk to a dog park near my house, where the small lake acts as a magnificent mirror for our summer skies.
Even though I took it, I can barely believe that picture is real. Speaking of life’s simple pleasures, I discovered a new favorite farmer’s market snack courtesy of Batter Cupcakes:
And the most adorable dessert of all time at one of my favorite local restaurants, Vin 48.
I couldn’t even eat this cute little guy (stupid gluten!), but my friends assured me that he was as delicious as he was precious. In contrast to my raging sweet tooth, my go-to dinner of the summer has been a charcuterie plate, whether enjoyed at home…
Or on the lawn of the Ford Amphitheater during a Bravo orchestra performance or the Vail International Dance Festival.
This venue is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen a show, and the fact that you’re allowed – no, encouraged – to bring your own picnic to enjoy makes it even better.
Thankfully, I’ve been balancing out at least some of that cheese and sugar with some good old-fashioned mountain fun. There have been a few gorgeous bike rides…
Some glorious outdoor yoga…
And of course, plenty more hiking.
So that’s my summer so far, in a nutshell. How is your summer going?
Hi guys! I’ve missed you! You may or may not have noticed that I’ve taken more than a month off from blogging. Oops. I recently started a new job (Does anyone want to buy some insurance? Anyone?), and while I’m enjoying it I definitely underestimated how draining my new gig would be. Between stepping outside of my comfort zone into a sales role and talking to customers all day long, I’ve been coming home from work totally beat. For a while, wine and the show Scandal were the extent of my evening activities, but now I feel my energy and writing mojo flowing again. I don’t think I’ll be back up to my previous posting frequency anytime soon, but I’d love to chat with you guys at least once a week!
I’ve had an eventful spring and early summer and look forward to filling you guys in on Florida, San Antonio and Minnesota, among other adventures. But first let’s rewind. Remember how I spent most of February and March in the Phoenix area? I ended up liking the area a lot more than I’d anticipated. One of the things that surprised me the most was what a great city it is for hiking!
The Phoenix area is interspersed with small mountains that rise out of the desert floor around the city. The most iconic of these is Camelback Mountain. Camelback has two primary hiking trails: the Cholla Trail and the Echo Canyon Trail. I hiked both trails on two different evenings, starting with the much easier Cholla trail.
All of my Phoenix hikes took place in the evening after completing full days of training. On this particular night, my friends and I got started WAY too late and it was already sunset when we started up the trail.
We didn’t make it very far before turning around and heading cautiously down the trail. By the time we reached the bottom, we were using iPhone flashlights so that we wouldn’t run into a cactus or break an ankle – it was like a lesson in what not to do on the trails. The day I hiked the Echo Canyon trail, I set out much earlier. That turned out to be a good thing, because the highly technical trail would have been a nightmare after sunset. Sections of the trail were so steep that metal handrails became absolutely necessary to navigate up the rocky incline.
Seriously, when I read reviews on this trail before hiking it I totally didn’t take them seriously and underestimated the level of difficulty I’d be facing. The adventure had me using my hands almost as much as my feet and treading carefully though areas in which it was hard to balance.
I couldn’t figure out how to take a picture that would show just how steep this trail was, but the one above comes pretty close. Luckily the tricky climb wasn’t too long, and I found myself at the summit in under an hour.
The 360 degree views over Phoenix made the hard work worth it.
I shared the summit with quite a few people – this is a very popular trail – and was surprised that so many hikers of varying fitness levels conquered the trail. It was pretty awesome to see.
I didn’t linger too long at the top because the sun was setting and there was no way I wanted to navigate the descent in the darkness. I started down carefully and was actually proud to only slip and fall on my butt once. I recommend shoes with some serious tread if you’re going to try it! The sunset kept getting more and more beautiful as I made my way down.
By the time I was almost down (and done with the technical portion of the trail – whew!), it was one of the most spectacular sunsets I’d ever seen.
Seriously, are any sunsets more gorgeous than Arizona sunsets?
The other area I found to hike close to Phoenix, but without Camelback’s crowds was the McDowell Sonoran Preserve. I hiked the Sunrise Trail, which provided great desert scenery.
Seriously – how cool are cacti?
This hike was pretty, uncrowded and totally exposed. I was so happy to have brought a hat! I was warm hiking it in March, so I’d imagine that this time of year you’d only want to go early in the morning or in the evening.
The views from the summit – which I had all to myself – were so lovely that I spent a while relaxing on my little rock perch.
Getting up in the hills among the cacti helped me decompress and truly appreciate Phoenix while it was my temporary home. While I’m loving early summer in Colorado right now, looking back through these pictures actually makes me miss the desert a little bit!
Tell me, what has surprised you the most about a city you’ve recently visited?
Last Sunday, we closed down Vail Mountain in style. A friend reprised last year’s brunch party that was such a big hit, we all donned costumes and toasted the end of the 2013-2014 season. A few other Colorado resorts will stay open a while longer, but once Vail and Beaver Creek are done for the season, I’m generally done as well. And so I close the book on another ski season – and it was a good one! Such a good one, in fact, that I deemed it worthy of an open thank-you letter.
Thank you, ski season…
For convincing me to spend so much time in the great outdoors this winter.
For giving me an excuse to count a Bloody Mary or a beer as part of an athletic activity.
And an excuse to dress up in silly outfits.
Thank you for humbling me in the bumps.
For making me feel like a hero on the groomers…
And the luckiest girl alive on powder days.
For giving me time to catch up with friends and bond with interesting strangers on the chairlift rides.
Thank you for the adrenaline rushes.
For reinvigorating days of solitude…
And fantastic days spent with friends.
Thank you for a truly excellent season! Now that I’ve paid my respects, I’m 100% ready to recharge with a quiet (ish) mud season and jump into summer as soon as the weather allows. Tell me about your fun summer plans!
Out of all the experiences I had during my 6 weeks in Arizona, one soared above the rest, literally and figuratively. On the last morning of our mother-daughter weekend in Scottsdale and Sedona, we did something that I hadn’t even realized should be on my bucket list – a hot air balloon ride!
At 6 a.m., the three of us jumped in a Red Rock Balloon Adventures van and headed out to the launch site. As a bonus, this early wake-up call meant that we got to see a spectacular sunrise.
It was a chilly morning, but the anticipation of our ride kept me distracted from the nippy air. Plus, it was really interesting to watch the crew set up the balloons.
The balloons themselves were even bigger than I’d expected.
And the flames used to inflate the balloons? Yikes.
Once the balloons were ready to go, our group split among the two balloons and 16 of us piled into each basket. I was worried that we’d be cramped with that many people squeezed in, but the basket was deceptively spacious. It was divided into 4 sections of 4 people each with the balloon pilot and equipment in the middle.
I had a few last-minute butterflies before we lifted off, but once we started our ascent the whole thing just felt peaceful and surreal. Before this experience, I would have thought it’d be windy in the balloons, but because you are actually floating with the wind, it is perfectly calm and peaceful up in the air.
And the early morning light on Sedona’s red rocks was just spectacular.
The wind conditions were ideal that morning, and we were able to fly all over, checking out every site that our pilots wanted to show us.
In all, we were able to stay in the air for more than an hour.
Even in the tight confines of the basket, we were able to score some mother-daughter pics in between gawking at our surroundings.
Sedona is a popular ballooning spot, and I thought it was really cool to see a handful of other balloons floating through the air at the same time as us.
And the views!
At one point we floated by a butte and could see our shadow silhouetted against the rocks.
Then, we lifted up and soared over the top of the rock formation. The highest we flew was about 2,000 feet, and even though looking straight down was a tiny bit unsettling, the height didn’t freak me out the way I’d thought it might.
The other balloon that we launched with flew nearby throughout our ride and the two pilots communicated with each other by radio, as well as the crew on the ground that would meet us at landing time. It was easy to tell that these guys enjoyed working together and they had a pretty hilarious schtick going back and forth. The little comedy routine added an extra dimension of fun to the spectacular views.
After almost an hour and a half, it was time to land. A ground crew had driven over to a clearing to meet us, and our pilot started to set us down expertly, exactly where we needed to be. When we were about two feet off the ground, the basket hit a large rock on the ground and startled us all. I had to laugh that the tiny jolt was the biggest scare of our entire journey. The pilots at Red Rocks really know their stuff and we felt very safe in their hands.
Upon landing, we all carefully piled out of the baskets and made our way to an area where the guys set up a small picnic of muffins, fruit and mimosas to toast to a successful morning. After a snack and a little more comedy from the guides, they loaded us back into the vans and our balloon adventure was over.
If it’s not already, I highly recommend that you add a hot air balloon ride to your bucket list. And if you choose to try it in Sedona, I have only good things to say about Red Rocks Balloon Adventures. At about $200 per person, it’s not cheap, but it felt 100% worth it in my opinion. I absolutely loved everything about our morning in the balloons. Don’t believe me? Check out my goofy expression of joy when we touched down at the end of our flight.
So, what’s the next adventure that I should add to my bucket list?!