2 plus months ago, I left New York and moved to Boulder, CO to take a job with one of the world's best adventure travel companies. While I'm sure my position with them will fuel several blog posts from exotic locations in the future, this entry is focused on the grandeur of our own domestic soil. I've yet to post an entry about the states, but as this move has opened up exciting possibilities for adventures in a new environment, I promise I'll stay away from the mundane aspects of everyday life, and will post only escapades worthy of note.
When I told my previous boss at Insight Cuba that I'd be leaving NYC and moving to Colorado, he was emphatic that I visit a wolf sanctuary lost deep in the shadows of the Sangre Mountains named Mission:Wolf. To be very clear, Mission:Wolf is not a zoo. It is wholly and completely a sanctuary, devoted to the care of wolves that have been domesticated at various levels. I've always been slightly fascinated by wolves for reasons I can't quite determine. They're enigmatic, elusive and awe-inspiring, with eyes that make the hair on the nape of your neck stand up. I had to see them.
I left work on Friday and barreled south along I-25, aiming to land in the heart of the mountains some 35 miles outside of Westcliffe, CO. 5 hours later and multiple dirt roads with no discernible landmarks, I yanked my emergency break to its peak and shut off my ignition. I then stepped out of the driver side door into the crisp mountain air, to find a glaring moon and and a handful of stars bouncing their light off the snow capped peaks in the distance. It was perfectly quiet and wonderfully remote.