I’m “retired,” but I took this past summer off anyway. I wrote less on the blog. I postponed some personal projects. And, I worked on my bucket list — doing the things I couldn’t do while working full time, while raising a son, while living back east. This was the first summer since my 20’s that I could spend entirely in the big mountains of the west. If I was to have any regrets when this year was over, it wouldn’t be because I hadn’t been outdoors hiking, biking, and climbing enough….
The season began on a frosty night in May, camped beside an alpine lake in the Sangre de Cristo mountains. And it ended in early October, gliding through neon gold aspens in Crested Butte. In between, I spent a dozen nights out on the trail, summited several 12,000 ft. peaks, led a bunch of rock climbs, and logged miles of epic riding on my mountain bike.
None of this means much, by worldly standards. But it meant a lot to me. Doing these things enriched my life, and left me with fewer regrets, should it all end tomorrow. And it wouldn’t have been possible, if I were still stuck at a desk in my corporate job….