Over the past weekend, I was feeling a bit stir-crazy just sitting in my apartment as I usually do, until my cousin texted this picture taken from the condo balcony in Maui:
No, but seriously. That actually happened. No photoshop. No filter.
Feel free to hate her just a tad.
So in spite of her sending that, I decided to grab my tenni’s and hit the trails. And then this happened:
I’m not really sure what ‘this’ is, but it still happened and I am sure it looks just as epic as those swaying palm trees, full rainbow and crashing waves. I mean, those things are the kind of obvious beauty some people love. And who would rather see that than some blonde chick losing her shit on a snowy trail? I don’t know, there seems to be a clear winner here.
Anyway, despite the 32 degree weather and zero sunshine, I ended up having a blast playing around in the local arboretum with my old college roomie, who’s also apparently super photogenic and can be seen effortlessly hanging from a tree below.
After deciding that we were bored of just walking on the ski trails, we decided to live really dangerously and listen to my sense of direction. It wasn’t long before we were trying to figure out how to use our compasses on our iPhones and trying to read the cryptic arboretum trail maps.
Needless to say, we were kind of lost and with my directions, it probably would’ve just been easier to travel into Mordor (insert: joke about Boromir quote meme).
The only thing we knew for sure was that we needed to go “north and slightly west,” as my friend would keep saying. And for you expert trail-people, yes, that was our code for “northwest.” Of course after my friend had come up with our general direction, I took the liberty of telling some classic North West jokes to pass the time, because obviously.
We did, eventually, find our way out of the arboretum and back to car to warm up, but it was still fun getting lost.
I encourage everyone to get a little lost and have some fun just because.
Until next time,