I’m sitting on a cute leather couch in the cuter than cute cabin rental S and I stumbled upon a couple of days ago. When the cabin we were originally interested in fell through, we panicked and hoped we could find a rental as affordable as the first. Well, we did! #blessed. Its only the second time I’ve stayed anywhere with a legit bed since August 1. Not a big deal to you, maybe, but totally a big deal to me. The sun is just now coming up and our tiny Colorado cabin is filled with light – and glittery dust particles, but you can thank the dog for that. Not that the dust particles are bad, though, because they sorta look like fairy dust so I’m totally fine with it. S is asleep and the dog is asleep and I’m propped up with a fluffy blanket and my handy dandy MacBook. Why, you ask? Why am I up with the sun? Why am I not snuggled in bed, taking advantage of a real live mattress?
Well, my friends, I’m about to be very real with you.
When traveling to new territory, there are a couple of things you have to be mindful of. Of course, a trip across the US isn’t as new territory as another continent, but the risks are still here. Risks, like contaminated water. Aka weird water that hasn’t been filtered and basically you shouldn’t drink it. Or new food. Which we have tried over the course of the last week because helloooo, new places and new local favorites and new holes in the walls. Anyways, this very real thing I’m talking about has to do with your stomach. I’m beating around the bush here, I know, but I just can’t say it out loud. I’ll just let this little emoji do the trick:
Its not THAT big of a deal, but sorta embarrassing because of the whole I’m-traveling-with-my-boyfriend thing. Basically when you drink that water that probably shouldn’t be drank or eat the food with the ingredients you’ve never had before, your body is like WHOA STOP HELLO??!!?! and its mad at you and has a freak out but there’s nothing you can do to fix it because you’re states and states away from your lil’ hometown and water and favorite foods like pizza just ain’t the same out west.
So, you may be wondering the point of all of this. This long post about my stomach and eating weird stuff, blah blah blah. Well, if I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned that traveling, most of the time, isn’t glamorous. Especially if that travel is in the form of tents and dispersed camping (more on that later). I’ve learned to roll with the punches and just soak it all in. In other words, embracing the glorious mess. And I’ve learned that S is a keeper. He knows travel isn’t glamorous, and he knows the realities of trying new foods and weird water, and he just laughs right along with me and keeps moving forward. Its hard to be outdoors for a long amount of time, because you’re vulnerable and, if you’re me, too emotional from little sleep, and everything that has to do with being outside can really be overwhelming sometimes. If anything, you guys, I’ve learned that I am for sure, 1000%, not a morning person. Bless my S and his great big heart for putting up with me until lunch.
But, let’s look on the bright side. I’m seeing places and mountains and rivers I’ve never seen before, yesterday I had the best French Dip I’ve ever had, this trip gave me an excuse to buy a cool outdoorsy and sporty watch, S has turned into this wild and crazy cute mountain man (complete with facial hair, like WHAT?!), and I’ve taken 800+ pictures that I will never ever get tired of looking at. Like this one:
…or this one:
When sh*t gets real, camping gets tough, water gets weird, and cell service is unheard of, embrace the glorious mess, watch the sunrise, hike a new trail, and fall in love with what the outdoors has to offer. Just keep breathing. Life was meant for great adventures (and sometimes, even the not-so-great ones are pretty interesting).