To Paris, with love was home alone on Friday night, planning a relaxing evening with my lazy dog, a glass of red wine and Justin Bieber’s new album. I emptied the few remaining contents of my fridge for a fine dining mush that only the best culinary artists could learn in a college dorm. All seemed pretty okay in the world.

It wasn’t until mid-tweet to Bieber that I noticed #PrayforParis trending on Twitter, and with the tap of a trackpad my heart sank.



Thoughts and prayers need action too


I’ve been debating with myself on whether or not I should post what you’re about to read. And it seems as though I’ve won.

Usually, I try to avoid engaging in obnoxious debates — those arguments that should be taken seriously, but neither side is willing to compromise and reach a mutual, beneficial solution. As any proper journalist should, I try to remain as unbiased as possible and it is my personal goal to keep an open mind on all subjects.

But we all know everyone is biased. And I’ve been debating with myself not only on this post, but also where I stand on this topic. And, fair warning, my conclusion — or the closest thing I’ve come to it — is going to probably offend and upset those that thought they knew me. Thats fine, I’m not seeking approval, just wanting to open the door for a (hopefully) intelligent conversation and an effort to finding a solution.

So let’s open this can of worms: gun control.


The ride to hell and back


Whoever said the road to hell is paved with good intentions was clearly a participant in Durango’s Quarter Horse bicycle race.

Every Memorial Day weekend, Durango hosts its annual series of cycling events, most notably the Iron Horse challenge, a 50 mile road race over two monstrous mountain passes pitting cyclists against a steam engine locomotive. The Quarter Horse is an “easier” challenge, taking riders halfway along the route for 25 miles to Durango Mountain Resort (also known as “Purgatory,” and for good reason).

The man-friend (who is a psycho cyclist) has been wanting to do the Iron Horse. I only recently got into cycling, having purchased a road bike for my birthday in November and maybe taking in a short ride every few weekends. But I like to challenge torment myself, so I signed up for the ride thinking it would be no big deal.

In hindsight, it wasn’t all that bad. Especially considering it was my first cycling event ever. But if you had asked me how I was feeling during the event, I would’ve probably given you a wicked side eye and maybe thrown my helmet at you.


What my move to Colorado has taught me about water

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Water is a huge issue in Colorado and the Western states. Over the last month, I’ve taken a free online course from Colorado University in Boulder (via Coursera) to learn a little more about the environment I now live in. For my capstone project, I opted to write a blog post detailing what I know and have learned and how my knowledge has shaped certain aspects of my lifestyle. There’s a lot more to it than I’ve included in this lengthy blurb, but hopefully my words inspire others to learn more about water issues and even make changes themselves.

I would love to hear your thoughts on my views on water (it’s definitely becoming a high interest of mine).


Wandering the desert

“Is this how the Israelites felt?”

I’d only been hiking for about an hour and a half on the red, rocky trails of Dominguez Canyon. It was a gorgeous Colorado day: a high of 70 with clear skies, just the break one could use after the cold winds of winter. But the midday sun gets hot enough to bake those canyon walls, making you feel like a loaf of bread swelling in the oven.

Dominguez Canyon is a cool little area which I only had a few hours to explore. A few weeks back, Berkely and I joined a group of new friends to explore the Big Dominguez Creek Trail. Unfortunately, I had limited time to explore (I just needed a quick hiking fix for the weekend) but what little I saw was incredible.

Two years in and I’m still so fascinated by the various environments that thrive in Colorado. The rock faces are fascinating and tell a tale of life thousands of years ago. I even saw my first Colorado lizard out here.

The trail has plenty of small rocks and sand, so be warned if you’re thinking of wearing knit-like sneakers to hike out here. The trail is mostly flat so it makes for a nice walking/wandering pace. Just be sure to bring plenty of water, especially in the warmer seasons. I’m told the desert canyons get brutal during the summer.

Committing to compost

IMGP5751If you ask my mom, she’ll tell you that I was very much the tomboy growing up. I would sweat playing basketball, catch lizards and lovebugs in the backyard and drown myself in Cheetos and Mountain Dew while playing video games with my brother and his friends. Despite all that, I’m very particular when it comes to gross things, like old food.

It’s not necessarily spoiled or rotten foods, but things like apple cores and dinner remains left on a plate for a half hour give me the heebie jeebies.

Which makes perfect sense when I tell you that I’ve decided to try composting.

To be honest, I’ve always thought composting was a weird and slightly disgusting thing to do. I’ve always heard that it is good for plants and the environment, but the idea of letting food rot in a bucket for some time and then dumping it all over the food I’m growing to eat just made my stomach turn. But since I’ve committed myself to a garden this year, I figured it might be worthwhile (and entertaining for you) to commit myself completely and join in this weird world of composting.