The Big Idea
Folly by definition is a foolish action or idea, the word absurdity and phrase "lack of sense" seem to continually arise. But what would life be like without these follies? Why not embrace these ideas and get a little nutty! This is my journal for those adventures, and along the way I hope to meet new people, take the path less traveled, have some fun, and spread the story of this sustainable journey we call life! Here you’ll find short anecdotes about my life, links to enlightenment, and opinions on how to have fun! I would love to hear about your folly, so feel free to e-mail me, I might just post them, and thanks for visiting!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Went Living!
A little shout out to Rob and Mel. If anyone reading Ronto's Folly wants to follow an amazing couple doing amazing things, check out: WentLiving or click on the title to this post. I also added their blog to my "Blogs, Blogs, Blogs" column on the right, so you can see when they update.
These two crazy kids just left last week for an around the world trip! They plan on being out there at least 7 months but they claim they don't have set plans for their return! Good luck you two, we'll be following and hopefully joining you along your adventure!
Fall in the Woods Part I
Fall time here in Colorado is by far my favorite season. The air is cooling, the sun is shining, and while other parts of the country are slipping into the recesses of winter, the Indian Summers on Colorado's Front Range stretch on and on like ancient herds of buffalo on the great plains. So what do you do about the amazing climate? PLAY!!! Here is a little taste of the last month.
Lion's Gulch near Estes Park! There's an old homestead from the early 1900's that still has a few dilapidated buildings, and on a nice Friday afternoon, with the sun shining, it's a great place to get away from the crowds and let the dogs roam leash free!
2nd annual Kelly Lake trip! This year we had 11 people for the 3 days and 2 nights of adventure, fishing, drinking, and back country cooking! We ate and ate and ate, everything in sight, except the cunning trout that call Kelly Lake home. Those wily bastards are easy to spot through the glass like water, but smarter than you'd think. We had an amazing time though, the weather was great, and I'm looking forward to next years trip up there!
(Jack may have had one too many....)
Mt Alice, Rocky Mountain National Park! This 13 thousand foot peak near the park's southern boundary has had my eye for a while, and with a small blurb in a Backpacker magazine this year I figured it was time I tackled the beast. Although only in the low 13 thousand foot range, Mt Alice is about 20 miles round trip from the trail head, requiring most to overnight in the park. Being a dirtbag and not wanting to pay for a Park entrance fee or a back country camping permit I opted to run it, and finish it in one day! I invited my friend Josh, an ultra runner, to join me and off we set on a warm late summer morning at 2:00 am.
With nothing but camelbaks and some running shoes, we crushed the first few miles in the dark, and by the time the sun was rising in the east, we were high enough on the flanks of Mt Alice to be a part of the mountain's glorious alpenglow! We scaled over ice fields, steep talus and treacherous waterfalls before finally making it to Grand/Boulder pass and the Continental Divide. From there the route meanders up a gentle slope to Alice's rocky summit. An energy bar and some hummus wrap later, we descended off the north side and down some sketchy rock fields. Eventually the terrain eased off and we were able to pick up the pace again past countless waterfalls and cleaving glaciers. The area is phenomenal, dotted with pristine azure mountain lakes, abundant wildlife, and most importantly, not a person in sight! What a treat, who knew the Park could be so perfectly lonesome!
We cruised back down the home stretch, making our first self supported full mountain running adventure in under 10 hours. It was amazing, and doing it in one day saved us the hassle of both permits and packs loaded with camping equipment. Tired but elated, we hopped in the car and sped off for food and relaxation at lower elevations!
Stay tuned for Part II, fall is just getting started!
Lion's Gulch near Estes Park! There's an old homestead from the early 1900's that still has a few dilapidated buildings, and on a nice Friday afternoon, with the sun shining, it's a great place to get away from the crowds and let the dogs roam leash free!
2nd annual Kelly Lake trip! This year we had 11 people for the 3 days and 2 nights of adventure, fishing, drinking, and back country cooking! We ate and ate and ate, everything in sight, except the cunning trout that call Kelly Lake home. Those wily bastards are easy to spot through the glass like water, but smarter than you'd think. We had an amazing time though, the weather was great, and I'm looking forward to next years trip up there!
(Jack may have had one too many....)
Mt Alice, Rocky Mountain National Park! This 13 thousand foot peak near the park's southern boundary has had my eye for a while, and with a small blurb in a Backpacker magazine this year I figured it was time I tackled the beast. Although only in the low 13 thousand foot range, Mt Alice is about 20 miles round trip from the trail head, requiring most to overnight in the park. Being a dirtbag and not wanting to pay for a Park entrance fee or a back country camping permit I opted to run it, and finish it in one day! I invited my friend Josh, an ultra runner, to join me and off we set on a warm late summer morning at 2:00 am.
With nothing but camelbaks and some running shoes, we crushed the first few miles in the dark, and by the time the sun was rising in the east, we were high enough on the flanks of Mt Alice to be a part of the mountain's glorious alpenglow! We scaled over ice fields, steep talus and treacherous waterfalls before finally making it to Grand/Boulder pass and the Continental Divide. From there the route meanders up a gentle slope to Alice's rocky summit. An energy bar and some hummus wrap later, we descended off the north side and down some sketchy rock fields. Eventually the terrain eased off and we were able to pick up the pace again past countless waterfalls and cleaving glaciers. The area is phenomenal, dotted with pristine azure mountain lakes, abundant wildlife, and most importantly, not a person in sight! What a treat, who knew the Park could be so perfectly lonesome!
We cruised back down the home stretch, making our first self supported full mountain running adventure in under 10 hours. It was amazing, and doing it in one day saved us the hassle of both permits and packs loaded with camping equipment. Tired but elated, we hopped in the car and sped off for food and relaxation at lower elevations!
Stay tuned for Part II, fall is just getting started!
10 years!
Ten years! I cannot believe that much time has gone by since I left the comfort of my childhood home in Barrington for the wilds of Colorado. Where I grew up, for those of you that don't know me that well, is a beautiful and well manicured little community about 35 miles northwest of Chicago. It was well-to-do and an amazing place to be a kid. Opportunity was around every corner and our minds were flooded with the idea that we can do anything we want or be anyone we want to be if we worked hard. There were no real restrictions on dreaming big, and if you could think it, it could always be accomplished! Of course all I ever wanted to do was get out of Northern Illinois and head to the mountains of the west....
You'll never hear me say the words I hated high school, or where I grew up, sure I was bored with the place by the time I left, and I knew the icy hills of Colorado were calling my name, but my life was great there while it lasted. I loved high school, my family life, my friends, playing soccer day in and day out, and having nothing in the world to stress about. We partied hard, played a lot, had easy jobs, and there was always food on the table! If I was asked to, I would gladly go back and do it again. There is no remorse for those days, just fond memories.
So...... Here we are, 10 years later and its finally reunion time. I have been excited about this since I left Barrington, headed westward. So of course I was going back to Chicago, however I could to be there for this event. Most of my friends were a tad bit skeptical about going, and without my constant prodding and actual appearance in the windy city, I think they would have skipped out. My brother and best friend in the world was really the only other person that was enthusiastic about going which made me happy when he told me him and his beautiful wife would be flying in! The two of us were able to rally the troops and get most of the old gang out of hiding, and guess what, they all had a blast at the two nights of reunion events. Comments like, "This was so fun, I cannot believe I wasn't going to come." were heard throughout the weekend.
We got to catchup on the last 10 years spent apart and reminisce about those crazy days back in Barrington. We drank, and ate, and smiled a lot. There was constant laughter and ideas about the future (10 years.....). It was amazing! I cannot believe some people choose not to participate in these things, especially people from my high school and my class; we were so united as 17 and 18 year olds, and for me at least, it was fun to rehash some of the classic stories, and see those familiar faces!
The weekend was great, the company was even better, and I am looking forward to the next 10 years of my life! I'm happy with what's transpired since I left home, and I love where I am. I've met great people and have continued wonderful relationships with those I grew up with. Life is still full of opportunity for me, and I know I can do or be whatever I want. I am grateful for the lessons and beliefs my family, friends and this little town instilled in me as a youngster, and look forward to every day that lay ahead! If you are in my life, thank you, you're there for a reason and I appreciate you!
And of course that 20 year reunion, I'll be there!
You'll never hear me say the words I hated high school, or where I grew up, sure I was bored with the place by the time I left, and I knew the icy hills of Colorado were calling my name, but my life was great there while it lasted. I loved high school, my family life, my friends, playing soccer day in and day out, and having nothing in the world to stress about. We partied hard, played a lot, had easy jobs, and there was always food on the table! If I was asked to, I would gladly go back and do it again. There is no remorse for those days, just fond memories.
So...... Here we are, 10 years later and its finally reunion time. I have been excited about this since I left Barrington, headed westward. So of course I was going back to Chicago, however I could to be there for this event. Most of my friends were a tad bit skeptical about going, and without my constant prodding and actual appearance in the windy city, I think they would have skipped out. My brother and best friend in the world was really the only other person that was enthusiastic about going which made me happy when he told me him and his beautiful wife would be flying in! The two of us were able to rally the troops and get most of the old gang out of hiding, and guess what, they all had a blast at the two nights of reunion events. Comments like, "This was so fun, I cannot believe I wasn't going to come." were heard throughout the weekend.
We got to catchup on the last 10 years spent apart and reminisce about those crazy days back in Barrington. We drank, and ate, and smiled a lot. There was constant laughter and ideas about the future (10 years.....). It was amazing! I cannot believe some people choose not to participate in these things, especially people from my high school and my class; we were so united as 17 and 18 year olds, and for me at least, it was fun to rehash some of the classic stories, and see those familiar faces!
The weekend was great, the company was even better, and I am looking forward to the next 10 years of my life! I'm happy with what's transpired since I left home, and I love where I am. I've met great people and have continued wonderful relationships with those I grew up with. Life is still full of opportunity for me, and I know I can do or be whatever I want. I am grateful for the lessons and beliefs my family, friends and this little town instilled in me as a youngster, and look forward to every day that lay ahead! If you are in my life, thank you, you're there for a reason and I appreciate you!
And of course that 20 year reunion, I'll be there!
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