Heading home pt. 6

Dear, goodness, if I never see mountains again, it will be too soon! Fall has hit early in Colorado, and the leaves are already changing to vibrant orange, yellow, and red. There is even snow capping the peaks at higher elevations and blocking out the view of your windshield as we cross over the range. It’s an eerie feeling driving over a snowy mountain in a state that doesn’t believe in guardrails.


The ride back to Denver over the mountains is bittersweet. I’m so happy to be going home, but leaving my newly wedded friends two thousand miles away hurts me. I have the curse of waking up entirely too early after a night of partying, so the morning of our departure, we pack up and hit the road for our five hour drive back to Denver. It makes me sad not to be able to say goodbye, but the memories of the night before will be all I need to carry me through until next time. 

It was my second time off the East coast. My first time in Colorado and it’s time zone. My first time to the Rockies and seeing the Rio Grande. The furthest from home I have ever been. The longest time away from my daughter I have ever spent.

And the biggest moment of my best friend’s life thus far, getting married.

It was a huge trip full of amazing experiences and moments to remember for the rest of our lives, but as our flight lands, I am so happy to be home! 

I can’t wait to see my little girl and feel her little arms and legs wrap around me in the biggest monkey hug her little body can give me! I can’t wait to hear that little voice and see that sweet smile when we pick her up and bring her home! Anticipation is driving me nuts! 

Setting up the big day! Pt. 4

Day 1

After traveling for over ten hours in the span of two days, we finally are here in South Fork, Co. doing exactly what I have been anxiously anticipating for months! Setting up this gorgeous wedding!

The venue itself is beautifully set at the base of a mountain on a fork of the Rio Grande. Two cabins and a garage sit on one side of the river while a bridge connects an island in the middle of the river. The island is covered in stunning wildflowers with a gazebo and arbor in the center where the ceremony will take place. The river runs at the base of the mountain covered in beautifully changing foilage, providing the area with the most gorgeous scenery.  
We are only adding personal touches to this already perfect setting, but there’s a lot of work to be done! Hanging tulle, lights, flowers, and monograms in the perfect spots. Cooking food, baking cupcakes and cookies, and prepping the bar are necessary. There’s always something to do, and it must get done! My best friend’s wedding day will be nothing short of the best if I have anything to say about it.

Now, if only this rain would stop.


Day 2

It hasn’t stopped raining since we arrived in this gorgeous tiny town. We’ve ventured out to a few of the small shops and restaurants like the Mexican restaurant with the amazing food and the coffee house with tasty coffee and breakfast, but after our bellies are full, it’s back to work! 

Steaming tablecloths, shirts, skirts, and the wedding gown. Test run of makeup and hair and the rehearsal dinner. We are all running around finding the last minute items in hopes of leaving no stone unturned, but there isn’t much we can setup outside right now without it getting soaked and muddy. 

Please stop raining!

The bridesmaids decide to lock the bride away from the groom for the night into the day of the wedding, and she is none too happy. She had anticipated being part of setup through the next day, and being stuck in her room had not been part of the plan, but we stand by the tradition and keep her hidden. We pamper her and serve her drinks, play games, and have a sleepover. We talk her to sleep and try our hardest to keep her that way!


Day 3 – countdown to wedding time!

This is it! The final countdown before the wedding begins! The rain stops, leaving an icy coating  on every surface, but the morning is warming up and taking it’s time melting it away. A new shipment of flowers and various other decorations come in, and we quickly get them up and start working on the outside items. The final food preparation is underway as chaffing dishes are heated and covered. The bridesmaids take a final run through the ceremony and receptionareas before beginning hair and makeup, and I already need a drink!!


Denver & South Fork, Colorado, A Journey pt. 3

Fying into Denver, seeing those huge mountains in the distance, it’s still so weird that we were there. I never would have guessed a few years ago that we would have made it out that far west, that far from home. Hubby hates flying, so his willingness to go out there for one of our longest known friends was the only reason we made it! And we just barely did.

After a near miss in midair freak out, we grabbed our rental car and started out on our five hour drive through the Rockies. In the middle of the night.

Denver seemed to stretch for miles in the valley beneath the mountain, and I felt a large familiarity as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic, but as the miles slowly slipped away, the mountains suddenly popped up and we’re right next to us as if we had only blinked. I swear the sun was more intense at that altitude as it descended below the looming mountains, and the night sky began to sprout sparkling light. I had no idea how much manufacturing was based out of Denver, but the Purina plant sticks out in mind the largest with it’s signature pet food smell. The skyline of Downtown sprawled across the horizon as the city passed us by just as the interstate gave way to the mountain pass.

Two things I realized about Colorado during this drive which may be exclusive to the mountain roads. One, whoever built the roads does not believe in guardrails, probably because if you’re going to fall, your gone regardless of speed. And two, streetlights are reserved for cities.

After a five hour plane ride, we drove for two and half hours in the darkest night I have ever seen on the windiest roads I have ever been on before we called it a night for sanity and safety reasons. We figured we’d finish the last half in the morning, so we pulled into the least spookiest hotel we could find. (I’ve seen too many scary movies to stay in a small hotel in a small town as a tourist.) 

Sleeping was another oddity at that elevation. Every time I tried to slip into a deep sleep, my breathing would cause we to wake again. My mind wouldn’t shut off, and my dreams sent me on wild rides through the dark mountains. I woke up many times through the night trying to catch my breath as my heart raced from my latest dream.

When we woke up in the morning, I dreaded getting back in the car and continuing the drive on those roads, but I wanted so badly to see my friend. With coffee in hand, hubby and I pushed on to South Fork, and our final destination for the weekend. We passed red rock mountain after mountain, but the last half of the drive was nowhere near as teeth clenching as the first. With the sun shining brightly, the land lit up in it’s vast array of colors of the changing leaves, rocks, and valley floors. It was beautiful! All apprehension melted away as the last two and a half hours melted away in gorgeous sights and breathtaking scenery! 

When we finally arrived in the sleep  it off South Fork, we checked into the hotel and before even making it to our room, we were out of breath! At 8,000 feet, breathing at what we knew was a normal rate was going to be hard!