Posted in Adventure, Inspiration

Quality of Life


How would you define the quality of your life?

Q: They say money talks, but is it really true that having enough money increases our quality of life?

A: Personally I would have to disagree. Sure it can make things easier, buy you stuff and status if that is what you are after. For me it is simply that I used to run my own store, made great money, never had to turn a penny twice, but also paid the prize of having zero quality of life. There was no life other than work left to enjoy the hard earned pennies. I had no time to live.

Q: Does it depend on finding your soulmate and therefore happiness?

A: A significant other can definitely improve your quality of life, but it can’t be dependent on that. You are the creator of your own life and the quality of it depends on you and no one else. Many are afraid to be alone and settle. You might be surprised about enjoying your own company.

Q: Is it dependent on all things going smoothly in your life, free from hardship, tough breaks, unfortunate events, heartbreak and disappointments. Do you have to be the center of attention, be well liked to the point of being spoiled and stubborn? Perhaps owning a sense of entitlement?

A: I would tell you that some of my most profound lessons were learned during times of extreme hardship and adversity. Standing on my own and being dependent on nobody but myself. It is those times that mold us into who we are meant to be and it is then that we grow the most. I wouldn’t change a thing, regardless of how painful the lesson was.

Q: Do you have to win all the time and be in control? Used to having things go your way?

A: The most beautiful things are experienced in moments of vulnerability and being humble. Surrendering to what is and accepting the things you can’t control. Finding the silver lining even in the things we can’t understand and letting it unfold without bitterness and hostile feelings.

And while the list could go on and on, from person to person, I gave you enough to ponder. Only you can decide what contributes to our own quality of life. It might change over time and requires you to stay flexible, to make adjustments as needed and bend with the twists and turns on the path of life. I have come to enjoy the journey and I’m more in tune with myself than ever. I know who I am, what I want and what I won’t compromise on. One thing hasn’t changed and I have always been a dreamer. Today I dream bigger than ever and it brings me great joy to envision a higher quality of life, such as living in a school-bus. To ditch the mortgage and responsibilities, have less obligations but more freedom and create and pursue a life of higher quality. There is no doubt in my mind that I will do it and the time is near.

What needs to change in your life and are you happy with the quality of your life?



Posted in Adventure, Animals

A swim with man’s best friend 

Earlier this week I got to witness two different occasions of man diving in and going for a swim with man’s best friend. The water of the lake was still frigid and snowmelt is still entering from the mountains, but that didn’t stop this ambitious duo. I got busted taking the picture, and the pooch stared right back at me while his master was soaking up some rays to warm up after the swim. 

The second picture was taken in a little seasonal pool near the lake, which I’m sure was much warmer. Sorry for the poor quality on the second picture due to having to zoom from far far far away. Still cute to see these bonds healthy and well. 🐕💙

Posted in Adventure, Inspiration, Life

A matter of when

Three spiders crossed my path early this morning today and though not my favorite, I understand their spiritual meaning and I’m not in the least bit surprised that they appeared. Just like a spider weaves her net, I’m weaving my own future and I’m excited about the process. I truly enjoy it and I’m not worried of not being fully there yet. All that matters is that I’m on my way and that I keep moving into a direction that brings joy and fulfillment. The journey is the destination and if you don’t enjoy the process of getting there, you might have to reconsider your direction. 

I stopped at the school bus on my way to work today. I forgotten that this was the original plan and therefore I really didn’t have a lot of extra time to spare. Coming down the hill, I saw it from a distance and for a brief moment I considered to keep going, like all the other times. Extra time or not, it wasn’t optional to pass it by again and off the freeway I went to park right next to it. I saw the rows of seats through the windows and the outside looked pretty clean and newer. I snapped a few pictures and on to work I went. The bus long stayed in the back of my mind and I felt a connection that it should be mine. I felt drawn to it somehow and it looked perfect already. I could already smell the adventure and what a sweet smell it was. 

I looked at the pictures at work again and there was no doubt, no questions of “what if”, “could this happen”, or the famous “maybe’s”, I knew that this could very well be my home, no doubt. Would it be forever? Who knows until you try it and I don’t get consumed too much with the future and the forever’s. What I have is today and the current moment. It seemed ideal for this point of my life and when it finally happens, I can’t envision myself growing tired of this kind of lifestyle anytime soon. The freedom it provides and the vagabonding adventure would be priceless. What I learned today is that my tiny home is no longer a question of IF but a matter of WHEN it will be happening. I’m excited…

Specs: Year 2005, 63.000 miles, $10.000, prior college shuttle bus. I could have bought it today, but timing is everything and I’m not quite there yet. What I can do in the meantime, is to work towards the moment of “When” I can make it happen. Hopefully sooner rather than later, it’s up to me…..

Posted in Adventure, Life

Going tiny in a huge way

For the third week in a row now, have I seen the white school bus sitting next to the freeway. Each time I have been either on my way to work, or I spotted too late coming back from work. Big white numbers are painted on the windows, the sellers phone number and my curiosity is peaked. Later on today, I will look for the bus on my way to work and I will stop.

I just recently wrote about all the “Stuff” (material things) that seems to tie me down. The things I feel I have to let go and course it’s more then that, but it is a major part. I’m fascinated by watching the TV show “Tiny Homes” and somehow I feel a calling that this kind of lifestyle could nourish my vagabonding spirit. My life continuous to change as I evolve, ready to make a major change that would ultimately result in a much tinier home.

The school bus vision came into the picture as a random video flashed during a YouTube recommendation. The thought of this subject is rather young, but just like the “Tiny Homes” show, I’m now obsessed watching video’s, learning what it would entail to convert a bus and saving pins on Pinterest for inspiration. Just in case. I am a dreamer, and dreams do come true. The timing is off right now as other things need to be handled and taken care of, but one can always imagine and dream, right? It is where reality manifests, as all has to begin somewhere and starts with a dream. I find it amazing to think of how many school buses have crossed my path since the first thought of it was born. They show up in numbers, more than one, in the parking lot at my work, which has never happened before, they line up next to the freeway, for sale or stored, waiting for an interested buyer, they appear in videos and probably in my dreams. What I love about it, is that a school bus would be home and transportation combined. This could cut additional expenses and allow more freedom. Freedom is what it seems to be all about these days for me and one of the biggest bonuses would be the freedom to travel and take your home on the road.

Shortly after the idea originated, I stumbled across another video to spark my imagination. “Expedition Happiness” entails a German couple who embraced the school bus life. Buying and converting their school bus, they travel from Alaska to Mexico and it looks their adventure hit the silver screen in Germany. You can subscribe to their You Tube channel to watch various videos of the process and how amazing is this? The adventure bug has bitten me good this time and I see many changes coming me way.

Most likely it will include going tiny in a huge way 🙂


Posted in Adventure, Inspiration


Arriving at our final campsite, we found a beautiful spot on the beach. We spread our towels to plump ourselves in the sand to soak up the rays. From time to time when it hit too hot I put my feet into the still frigid Pacific Ocean and it was enough to cool off in a heartbeat. I never mustered up more courage to go further into the deep or allow the rushing ashore waters to emerge my feet above my ankles. To me personally the water was freezing, despite seeing several people swimming without any bodysuits. I am a bit of a pansy with cold water and it takes me awhile to adjust to the cold, wading in inch by inch before I’m fully submerged. As if the shock would make my heart stop and I’m sure it could very well do so. And besides, maybe the people swimming were more hardcore and members of the polar bear club. I was not going to be the newest member, not now and most likely, not ever. Brrrrr….. A flock of brown pelicans was nearby, scouring the water surface and diving head first from the sky to catch their meal. It was funny and amusing to watch as one by one would fall to make their splash that was dotting across the water surface. I knew that they were fishing but it looked playful to me as one reversed cannonball (head first) after another appeared in front of my eyes. It was Saturday and the beach was starting to get crowded. Families and couples, children and single people, everybody was out to enjoy a little ocean breeze. We started walking around the shore and decided on a little stroll along the cliffs that looked like a weeping walls. Water was slowly running over the steep face, turning parts of the wall into a lush moss cover. It was neat looking and beautiful. Along the shore was an unusual rock never before seen that consisted of seashells that had collided with the rocks and became fossilized. Fused together and shaped over time into a unique, beautiful treasure of their own. Some left their shapes in the rock, while others became one with the rock. It was strange and beautiful and after renaming it this stretch will be known to us as fossil beach. I had to have one as a keepsake and the search began. I found a few worth keeping, only to leave each behind after finding another one that spoke to me even more. In the end we determined that we had found the best one. 

This part of the area was secluded and it was mainly due to the rocks and the little sand that actually offered a beach. The ocean was closer on the narrow stretch and we had it mostly to ourselves while leaving the crowds behind at the main beach. I didn’t know how serene these moments were until we came around one of the cliffs and hit party town Capitola. It was very crowded with some sort of event going on and within a few feet the scenery turned from one extreme to the other. The quiet, peaceful solitude turned into people sitting on top of each other like ants with little space to themselves and definitely no privacy at all. Not that it bothered anybody and the people visiting to join the others on that beach didn’t mind, perhaps even enjoyed the packed atmosphere. It was not my cup of tea. I deal with crowds on a daily basis and to recharge my batteries my adventures usually consist of escaping the crowds. But we were also hungry and it was time to scour the area for something decent to eat. The restaurants were equally packed and we decided on a little corner stand serving hotdogs and polishes, as well as a dog called the “Cheesy Bavarian”. Bavaria is my home, but now, and unable to tell you what a cheese Bavarian was, I was intrigued to order one. Obviously it had to do with cheese but I never did find out how the cheese made the correlation to Bavaria, hahaha. 

On the way back to the beach, we spotted the ice cream parlor down the road and what better way to finish off the meal with a little dessert on the side. It was busy and the place was hopping. The employees clearly overwhelmed by the hectic gave a grumpy impression and were quick to shove you out the door. It was business, a job that wasn’t enjoyed and it was clearly felt as such. It almost dampened the whole experience as it made me think of how many people are stuck doing the things they have to do vs. being able to do the things they love to do. However, the ice cream was delicious as we sat in front of the parlor and a little boy to the left of me took my mind off quickly. Without a doubt and only one look at him you were able to tell of the huge sweet tooth that little one had. Ice cream cone in hand, he turned is face towards me in the most serious, meaning business kind of way. But that was not the point and I could only imagine where his mouth must be as this entire region of his face, including parts of his nose and cheeks were covered in ice cream as if he had dove in and just smashed the cone into his face. Mixed with the serious look on his face that said something like “What are you looking at” I couldn’t help but laugh out before I had the chance to consider my reaction. It was a priceless moment and the combination of his love for ice cream and meaning business took me by surprise and offset the prior grumpy moments inside the shop. 

We made our way back to the beach, through the crowds, carefully placing our footing not to step on anyone. Finally we found ourselves on that narrow little strip between the weeping wall and the ocean that had shrunken down even more due to the tide coming in. In the nick of time and not a moment too soon we crossed this section and made it back to the main beach. Unaware, the tide never even crossed our mind, nor did we expect to find another town around the cliff, we could have easily gotten stuck there, being separated from our campsite. But we didn’t and I’m glad as this would have meant to miss out on the beautiful campfire on the beach. Yet again and once more it is something a little bit wild and dangerous that sticks out in our memory and will stay with us forever. I can already hear one of us saying “Remember that one time as we walked over to Capitola and nearly got stuck there because of Tide?” The whole scene already plays out in my mind as if I’m looking through the all telling crystal ball to reveal the future or to look back into time. One little sentence to revisit the moment that will trigger a smile and a wish for more memories to be like this.

Posted in Adventure, Mother nature

High Tide

This picture was taken the same night we enjoyed that beautiful fire at the beach. We walked along the cliffs earlier in the day, unexpecting and enjoying the view. That was before the tide came in and swallowed the passage to Capitola, CA. With no sign left, the beach was submerged and took on an entirely different feel with the fog. Beautiful, mysterious with just the right amount of leaving a haunting memory planted deep within. 

Posted in Adventure, Hiking, Inspiration

Light it up 

Moving on from the foggy woods, the short trail was slightly descending downhill towards the beach. With the trees and brush behind us, we quickly conquered a few short staircases and were greeted by the wide open spaces, ready for our feet to hit the sand. It was late already as dusk set in with little daylight left, but who would resist a short stroll along the beach, right? It was priceless to hear the waves crash ashore and I would love to add that we were watching the sunset, but the foggy conditions were hiding the rays within its thick, opaque cloud of mystery. The picture perfect sunset with the romantic views (did I mentioned before that I’m a hopeless romantic?) of the sun disappearing into the ocean were replaced with a mystical feel of serenity and peace. It was perfect even without the warm fireball that was hiding from us.

I scoured the area for treasure, such as rocks, driftwood, fossils, leaves and seashells. Whatever I could find that evoked some kind of emotion while speaking to my heart. Of course time went by even faster and somehow it always seems to do so when we enjoy ourselves in whatever it is that we are doing. We didn’t get very far as we decided that we better turn around and head back. Snapping a few more pictures at the wooden tepee that almost knocked me out earlier with a plank coming loose and landing straight on my forehead (well, yeah I had to check the inside and yeah, I did feel that one as it would leave my forehead sore to the touch for days), we came across a group of people that were in the process of leaving the beach. “Enjoy our fire if you want to” we heard them call towards us as one by one made their way up the stairs. Within close proximity was a decent fire (actually it was pretty good size) and we couldn’t believe that it was left behind with nobody tending to it or putting it out to prevent the escaping embers to set a fire. The initial plan was to put it out, but I have to admit that I’m a sucker for campfires and I love sitting around that glowing ring of fire while letting its warmth’s hug my soul. Plus I never knew that you could have fires (where have I been) at the beach and it’s hard to believe that in all my years this has finally been a first. I can’t believe what I missed in all my hiking years, but like they say “Better late then never” and I’m sure it won’t be the last fire of this sort.

We stayed and sat next to the fire, rearranging the burning logs and keeping the fire fed with what was already within the built stone fire ring. I didn’t want to leave and I know that I could have easily slept next to fire all night. I’m sure the thought crossed my mind as I wondered why we paid for our campsite as the beach was free. Surely, I would have gotten cold at some point during the night, unless I kept the fire going, but I didn’t cared much and maybe it was then that a plan was born to cowboy camp in the soft sand next to ocean some day. It got darker and darker and the shoreline on either side of us was lit with fires that was dotting the beaches. I saw a young group carrying their musical instruments make their way to the right of us and shortly afterwards a new fire was born. I couldn’t help but think about how cool it would be to make a little video of them around the fire, playing their music to the background of the ocean. I was close and I was contemplating to ask, but in the end I respected their privacy and let them enjoy themselves among each other. There was something primal about all the fires lighting up, something you don’t see every day. It felt wild and you know how much I love the word “Wild” as I associate it with the memories that stay with us through thick and thin. The memories that stand out and translate into the wild moments of our life that we remember. The moments of our life when we “Light it up” in whatever form possible.

I would have to lie if I said that I wasn’t a bit nervous of walking up the hillside, through the brush and the woods in the dark, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away from the fire. I was mesmerized and it was the best campfire of the trip, plus it was inherited on top of it. We left eventually and I found that the worries of the dark were no worries at all. I even preferred to lead us up the trail which is a bit unusual for me since I’m usually the tail-light and don’t mind letting somebody else safe guard the path for me in the form of giving slithering reptiles (snakes) a chance to get away by the time I make it through. I had no problem at all that night and the half moon provided enough light to make out the path. Worries were replaced with a sense of adventure and some sort of adrenaline rush that had me enjoy every moment. I loved it and I’m sure that this experience was wild enough to stay with me forever. Definitely a must do if you visit the ocean.


Posted in Adventure, Inspiration

Getting lost 

It’s almost time to get lost and to get away for a little while. To play by little to no rules and to just be. I’m looking forward to it no doubt and I’m visiting the ocean to find strengths and relaxation from motion of the waves. Although I have many fond memories over the past 1 1/2 years, the scale of worklife balance has been tipped with too much work, not enough free time and no vacation. 
There is an art to getting lost and it’s not to be taken in the literal sense. I think i have become quiet good at it and I remember once upon a time (don’t all great stories start this way?) mentioning in a Facebook post that I had spent the whole afternoon getting lost. Apparently I did mention this a couple other times and somebody responded by saying “You sure get lost a lot” lol. 
I had to smile as obviously the whole point I was trying to make went out the window. There is a difference between getting lost and being lost. I hope I will never become so lost that I won’t find my way, but I love to get lost and get off the grid for awhile. It is when the adventure begins and only somebody who can relate will understand that at times you have to get lost in order to find yourself. 
I’ll be away for a few days and it will be quiet on the little blog here. I’ll return Sunday night, back to work on Monday. I might schedule a few photography posts to share my pictures with you, but all responses and catching up on your blogs will have to be wait until next week. As always I will miss you all but also can’t wait to bring some new adventures your way. Have a beautiful week. 
Xo ❤

Posted in Adventure, Inspiration

The destination is the journey

It was about 7AM and after the traditional coffee / McMuffins stop we were on our way. The wind blew us south, south to warmer temperatures (hence…warmer) were the mountains grew taller and taller, rising high into the sky. It was sunny outside but chilly as another snow storm had just passed. The forecast over the next four days called for sunny conditions in the mid thirties. Still cold and not exactly tropical, but the calm conditions with no wind and the sun would be perfect. Plus there were plans on heading further south, away from our base location for one or two days in case it got too cold. That’s one of the nice things about the Sierra and living here, there are so many options that allow you to be flexible and weather permitting. You can hardly go wrong, no matter which direction you take. As far as this trip and the weather was concerned, we couldn’t have picked a better time to go and the next snowstorm was announced to hit the day after our return. Call that one perfectly timed with a bit of luck and the heavens shining down on us. So south it was and as some of you already guessed, I did end up in the mountains, my beloved mountains who won over the ocean. This time, and in the end the decision came down to spending more time in nature and less time driving and sitting in the car. I had to move and get some exercise. Another fact was that my first day back at work would be an early shift and we decided not to stray too far in one stretch and allow for more time to relax.

The Jeep was packed like a Tetris puzzle, tightly stacked allowing enough room to see out the back window and surely amongst all the items neatly stored, that kitchen sink I couldn’t leave behind had to be somewhere tucked away in there. I knew I had too much stuff, as always, but even though most of it would be returned, unused and never worn, it was power of choice like my friend Luca would call it and at least I was prepared. 

I felt totally relaxed driving alongside the Sierra, watching the snow covered mountains reach higher the further south we drove. As a passenger I could gaze upon it as long as I wanted to. I allowed it to carry me away, to instill the calm I needed so desperately, to lift my worries and sorrows, and leave me comfortably wrapped in a blanket of belief that the world was ok once more. It wasn’t long before the tranquil feeling took over and reminded me of the lack of sleep from the night before. I felt myself drifting off into sleep, nodding off a few times, even though I was desperately trying to stay awake. I had been on this road and seen the scenery many times before and yet there was not one moment that I wanted to miss. It’s not only a matter of getting from point A to point B of whatever road we travel, but it is also the journey that lies in between of getting there that becomes part of the adventure. Advise and wise words from another good friend Kyle who will gladly tell you that the destination is the journey. The battle continued as it was quiet in the car and the warm sun shining on me didn’t make things any easier. 

A stop at the grocery store to supply the next four days helped spring me back into action. Loading up on quick, easy to prepare meals, we would live pretty good over the next four days. Eggs and sausage for breakfast, bagels with cream cheese, pizza, avocado and chicken wraps for snacks, apples, pretzels, lasagne and even a Tri-Tip with baked potato and salad was nothing to complain about or feel like you were roughing anything. Not even cowboy coffee was on the menu.

We decided to stop at Mono Lake, CA and check if the road was cleared enough to visit the Tufa’s. These rock towers are formed from underwater springs rich in calcium that mix with the water that is rich in carbonates. The results are limestone towers originating underwater and getting exposed as the water levels dropped. No fish live in Mono lake as the waters are too salty, but you can find plenty of brine shrimp who provide food for over two million of annual migrating birds. 

It is truly a sight to behold and you easily feel like you are entering the landscape of a foreign planet. We were in luck, the road was clear and I was looking forward to revisit the area. We got there early, around 11 Am and it was still a little chilly outside. We parked off the beaten path at Navy Beach which is just a short stroll away from where we were heading and which allowed us to skip paying the day use fees. My first few steps were clumsy, uncoordinated and painful. A reminder and realization of how long it had been I since hiked last. Hard to believe when you run around all day at work, feeling like you are active and exhausted, but it is a totally different type of exercise as you use different muscles and it is the stress that leaves you wiped out. The other culprit was that it had been roughly two month when I missed a step, walking in socks, slipping down the stairs to land on the joint / knuckle of my big toe that had folded backwards. Ouch. I remember the pain, standing there in silence, holding my breath while a thousand bad words were going through my mind in record speed, until the feeling subsided and the braveness returned. Inspecting and trying to move my toe, one of my special talents had always been that I could pick stuff from the floor, but I could hardly move my toe or grip the sock that I had dropped. I determined that it wasn’t broken since there was some movement but it had to been strained, perhaps even fractured pretty good. The pain and discomfort stayed for weeks but my loose work shoes mostly disguised it. Now in my hiking shoes, tight and snug around my feet, it was definitely a different story and I felt pain. Thank god I had packed Advil in my quest to be prepared as I would surely need it if this kept up. Another saying came to mind of “He or she who rests, rusts” and even though the stresses of my job hardly allowed me to rest, it had taken away my freedom to hike and I felt as if I had rusted. A realization that hit home and reminded me of the work lying ahead to get myself back. Here I had been Gung ho, fantasizing and dreaming of a thru hike, to be left feeling rusty from merely walking along on level ground which could hardly be called hiking. Hardly in shape for a thru hike and I had work to do. I decided that this trip was the start to it all as I remembered the Hawks, the owl and the raccoon. 

To my surprise I saw results shortly after walking for a bit and my toe adjusted to the movement. I felt more flexibility and coordination in my step and perhaps the Advil could stay packed away. The clumsiness started to subside as with every step I felt the rust chipping off my weary bones, or at least I thought so at the time. I felt great and once again enjoyed the feeling of coming to life, to shed the shackles of restraint and to breath deeply, waking up from a coma, a dormant state of being, to feel with all my senses, to finally be alive.

The Tufa’s were beautiful and my heart felt restored and at home. We discovered something new on that trip even though we had visited many times before but perhaps never noticed. The cool air made two natural hot springs visible of which faint steam was rising up into the air. The water was warm, not hot and it would be perfect to sit back and relax in the bubbling waters. Tempting, but not today as we decided that there was more exploring to be done. The ground was wet, saturated from the storms and downright boggy in spots. Eventually the clumsiness or just poor luck returned as I was attempting to get out to a point that I considered a great photo op. The things we do, we photographers and I’m sure my friend Marcus has a few stories of his own he might share some day. Carefully I navigated through the marsh until the unthinkable happened. I’m not sure why I considered it so out of the ordinary, I just never actually considered it to happen. Left foot forward, I aimed for a rock, a stepping stone as I moved forward. On top of the rock my weight already shifted to allow the right foot to follow. Almost immediately the rock submerged, swallowing my foot, slightly above ankle deep. I must have had the profoundest and dumbest look on my face as I lost balance and followed right besides it with the right foot. Precious seconds passed until balance was restored and the thought of being swallowed alive by the bog and sinking in further crossed my mind. The mud was thick which luckily kept most fluids from entering my shoes, but it took some effort to pull my feet out and reach safer grounds. “Major clump foot” reporting, I didn’t know if I should laugh or be upset and in the end chugged it up to the good ole “Oh well shit happens” attitude. I knew we laugh about it eventually as it would remain a memory for the future, associated with this trip even though it was more of an inconvenience instead of funny at the time. 

We kept walking and I brushed my clump foot up against and through the tall grass which managed to remove some of the mud. My socks were slightly wet inside but luckily not to the squishy point and I was imagining what they would look like once I took my shoe off. My pants were sporting a nice ring of mud around the bottom as the weight itself was posing a threat to pull my pants down, but there was no sense in trying to clean that off as it would only touch my muddy shoes again. Eventually we found a spot to take a break as the extra 5 pounds on my foot alone was somewhat restricting my photographic nature and ability. I collected a twig along the way and was intending to use it as a scraping tool. My socks revealed a few damp brown spots that would later become dried on crustaceans. Hopefully just mud and no additional hitchhikers such as brine shrimp. Scraping away, my shoes took shape again and happy with the results I faced them towards the sun. This would help dry the mud that saturated the top materials and soaked through. Mission accomplished it was time for another nap and I fell asleep, lying there at the shore of Mono Lake, at peace and without a care, enjoying the feel of the sun, the now and that moment. I did get sunburned a little, so don’t think that the 30’s can’t leave you sporting a little tan. We stayed a few hours before heading to our final destination, our base camp you could hardly call a camp. It was a cabin in the woods, tucked away between aspen trees, surrounded by my beautiful mountains and insane amounts of snow. Winter had been no stranger here as well and perhaps brought even more snow. 

We got there a little before darkness fell and unpacked the groceries along with all the items of my kitchen sink. It had to be homey, no feeling like living out of a suitcase, even that that’s not a bad thing either, but this would be home for the next few days and the meticulous, organized side of me had to have things in order. That night was a pizza night that yielded plenty of picnic leftovers for the next day’s adventure. 

And with day one already coming to a close in this cozy beautiful cabin in the woods, we sat in wonder, waiting in anticipation for the full moon to crest over the mountain ridge and illuminate this amazing winter wonderland. 

A sight that would surely steal our breath and fill our eyes with magic. ❤