JACKSON HOLE 1/2 MARATHON.

There is something about a tutu that makes a girl feel good after running 13.1 miles.

Best friends, Liz and Sarah energized with dozens more runners at the start line.

I made the paper.

Enjoy the journey... in a tutu! 

 Meow

 

SLEEPING INDIAN.

Peace offering.

I try not to blow over the edge of the Belly.

Boo lets the wind blow through his hair at over 11,000 feet.

The Kleyman fellas pause for a family portrait. Three generations if you count Boo.

Becky Kleyman is a burst of color beneath the rugged Tetons.

I find my happy place in a bed of wild flowers.

Cart Wheel challenge in the fierce Wyoming wind.

Paul walks ahead of me in the windy meadow.

I celebrated Father's Day with my boyfriend, Paul's family in the National Elk Refuge. At 8 o'clock in the morning, we set off to climb the Sleeping Indian, officially Sheep Mountain on the maps. The climb was so pleasant with all of the new growth sprouting from the Earth. There were dozens of wildflowers, blooming in every shape, color and size. There were vivid green forest laden with fallin timber, rocky meadows, and insane views of the Tetons at every lift of the eyes. The butterflies and the aspen leaves fluttered, and the tall grass keeled over in the breeze. This 13 mile round trip was the perfect way to spend a beautiful Jackson summer day.

When you go, be sure to pack:

1. Sturdy jacket for the wind

2. Jolly ranchers for sweet tooth

3. Walking stick for stability

4. Pic-nic for energy stops

5. Sunnies for eyes

6. SPF for skin

6. Camera for documentation

7. Water with lemon for hydration

8. Your best friend for fun fun fun

Enjoy the journey, 

My sore {but very happy} legs.

SKYDIVE MOAB.

GET IN - SIT DOWN - SHUT UP - HOLD ON 
{aerial view of red rock canyon country: mind-blowing}

BIG MAN IN A LITTLE PLANE 
{watching your honey vanish at 11,000 ft: terrifying}

FREE FALL 
{terminal velocity: completely nuts!}

RIDE ON 
{taking the wing: happy thoughts}

WELCOME BACK TO PLANET EARTH 
{moab, utah: adrenaline-obsessed, desert paradise} 

DO YOURSELF A FAVOR. GO SKYDIVING. TELL EVERYONE YOU LOVE. EVEN YOUR GRANDMA. 

Do not wait as long as I did to get after one of your goals. Thank you, Paul for making this happen, and jumping out of a plane with me. Leaving you with true love, folks. 

Me-ow 

BAJA CALIFORNIA SUR.

Los Cabos Top 10

10. Watching the neon moon grow every day and every night. And seeing it light up the Sea of Cortez like a giant disco ball suspended in space.

9. Laying my eyes on El Arco for the first time. And getting to glue them there over a candlelit dinner on the shore, complete with ponchos, live music, fireworks, and a sailboat strung with Christmas lights on the horizon.

8. Stumbling upon a truck being slammed with waves at 7AM and nearly buried in sand. Too much tequila the night before. I thought, Mexican Man Problems? {Don't worry, they got a tow.}

7. Morning {beach and barefoot} runs to the pelican rock or Hotel Marbella's sleepy cove. 

6. Guiding our lantern into the night sky and making a wish as it floated off with dozens others. The Mexican Fiesta on the beach felt like a fabulous destination wedding. We were the 3rd cousins removed

5. That 1st tequila of the day {Hornitos on the rocks} paired with a splash of fresh pineapple juice and lime. 

4. Night cap of churros {dowsed in sugar and grease} from the street vendor in San Jose.

3. Holding Bode's hand as he rode Chupito {his ornery pony with a platinum Bouffant hairdo} along the water at sundown.

2. Cruising the art district of San Jose del Cabo for the collaborative weekly Art Walk. Imagine strolling down the colorful lane of a posh Mexican movie set, indulging in lobster and a mariachi trio at the infamous Mi Casa,  and triple-fisting a variety of local red wines as you absorb Mexican culture, creativity, and tradition. 

1. My first {DOLPHIN} kiss. Apollo, I love you.

Sending love one last time from the Baja, baby!

Meow  

LOS CABOS.

Here I am, with tan lines and salty curls framing my face, absorbing the high whistles of tropical birdies and the sheer thunder of ocean waves crashing beneath me. Here I am, at the all-inclusive, family-style resort rightfully coined Dreams. This absolutely over-the-top hotel has thought of everything. You name it, they are on it. It is truly unreal. From 24-hour room service and Tequila tastings by the pool, to Astronomy Night on la playa and all-day Explorers Club for the tots, Dreams has got all of our numbers. 

I am here applying SPF {sol.playa.fiesta.} a'plenty on behalf of the Fine family. Lea and Gavin of Fine Dining in Jackson Hole, Wyoming invited me to come along with them for a little Spring Break action. I get to dress Jake (1) in dresses and sombreros, cannon Bode (3) down the water slide with head-bobbing iguanas, and watch over their angelic afternoon siestas in the hammock. 

We all needed a vacation from the Big Five. Hat, gloves, jacket, snow pants, and boots have been exchanged for hat, shades, sunscreen, bathing suit (debatable), and flip-flops. We can't seem to get enough of the palapa shade, pop soundtrack, fruit buffets, and Hijas Changitas, drinks of the day. 

Salud, mis amigos!