I can’t believe that I live within minutes of the world’s greatest bouldering playground, and I havn’t gone bouldering until today.

It was a beautiful afternoon, warmish evening temps with an autumn smell to the air. the setting sun cast shadows across each of the boulders highlighting every seam & crack.

Although my strength, weight and conditioning are not ideal at the moment for really pushing myself on these boulders, the mere act of hiking to the climbs, putting on climbing shoes, touching the rocks and summitting the boulders regardless of route difficulty put me a zen-like state of appreciation of my surroundings.

Sitting on top of the boulders looking out onto MacGregor Ranch and the Rocky Mountains was just about the best thing I’ve done all summer. (Just about)