Instead, I spent the whole week here, playing hard and soaking in some good old Boulder outdoor juju.
I did feel like I was missing out on the enchanting unknown that comes with a good road trip: Who will I meet? Where will I end up? But I even got that in the end, just by heading to Morrison for some warm winter bouldering.
It’s all in today’s Field Notes on why sometimes, it’s good when your plans completely fall apart.