bad burglars & beautiful lands

5/21/25 - Off to Colorado she goes

The day started out on a strange foot when I discovered my storage unit had been ransacked by hooligans searching for treasure.

While my sense of security was shaken & I will be attempting to have my stuff moved, it appears none of my valuable treasures of home decor or memory boxes had been stolen.

Guess they were looking for TVs (which I haven’t owned since 2017).

Even more strange, the boxes that had been moved during the heist attempt uncovered the exact boxes I was searching for this morning.

A small blessing mixed with the overwhelming feeling of being energetically violated.

With a wipe of my anxiety tears, a box of spices in hand, and my big ole hat secured, it was time to get on the road.

There was nothing I could do there to make what happened not have happened.

& as my good ole pal who got to hear me rant about it said - "it can only go up from there.”

Fortunately, the rest of the journey to new adventures was reasonably uneventful.

I settled into the pull between full presence with my surroundings and my thoughts rushing through me like the river.

Oscillating between audiobooks and pure silence the entire 6-7 hour drive.

Bliss.

When I stopped into the gas station in Clayton, the cashier read back to me the words on my hat.

“I contain multitudes.”

I’d been hoping when I bought this hat that it would be a spark to conversation, a door to curiosity, but after months of wearing it, this was the first time anyone had shown any interest in it.

Of course, I was thrown off by the who and the when of the moment and stammered out a cool

“Oh yes, I have stories to tell and things to do.”

Please tell me what I even meant by that.

A good trial run for the next chance I get, I guess.

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There is something fascinating that my mind does when I visit beautiful places. I bask in the beauty and wonder and majesty of it all, and I swear I’ll always remember it.

and I do remember that it was beautiful.

— but what I can’t hold onto is the feeling of witnessing it. Seeing it, smelling it, feeling it.

the sensations of experience are a fleeting gift. —

When I cross the threshold from Trinidad into the gateway of the Rocky Mountains, there is something that comes back alive within me.

The need to roll the windows down, take pictures from the car that will never do it justice, and recall all the best memories of the road comes washing over me.

The rivers, the valleys, the cliffs, & the small towns tucked in between it all capture my attention as it all passes me by.

& every time is like the first time.

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I hope you enjoyed some miscellaneous musings of my happenings as I travel to my new location — today I made it to my first destination (Salida, CO) & will be here for a little less than 48 hours. The hostel is amazing so far, and I have three yoga classes to attend while I’m here. Maybe tomorrow I will be better about actually capturing photos of my endeavors.

Thanks for following along on my journey & I plan to keep the travel updates coming as they feel interesting.