I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Not my whole life, but two years is a good amount of time I’ve been dreaming of this place.
It’s hard to describe the anticipation building when you’ve waited for this moment and you honestly don’t know if it will live up to your bar or if you’ll run into issues. You just don’t know what to expect when it comes to nature. Never can be for certain what you’ll see or encounter. And yet here we are road tripping to Maroon Bells in Aspen, Colorado and Hanging Lake in Glenwood Springs.
Heart eyes are a terrible understatement. Any words I use will be a disservice here. Words can’t fill the shoes of these massive peaks and almost too quiet atmosphere that surrounds them. Massive is a word you don’t understand the definition to until you feel how immense something this phenomenal is.
It demands your awe. You just realize after a few minutes that you’ve been whispering. You stand realizing that God created this beauty and danger and He is so full of mystery it demands worship and awe when you stand at the base of His creation.
Every time we see something I feel like it cannot get better than this…and then I’m put in my place again.
Oh, but it can.
God has seriously just given us blessings since we landed in this beautiful state. It’s a trip for the books and we are only on day two.
Colorado, you are rad. As I fall in love, reflect, trip over my own words, and encounter the incredible idea of breath taking, I’ll leave you with a few photos of this place. The magnitude of what it means to be wind knocked out of me speechless is setting in on me. I’m closing my eyes dreaming of places a human like myself feels only exist in movie sets and fairy tale worlds, and then realizing that this isn’t a dream. My reality is that dream.
Today we went from tropical oasis waterfalls and straight up hikes, to panoramic, Aspen covered mountains and slow snowy hikes my heart is incredibly full. Thank you Jesus for a gift I can’t earn and don’t deserve.