Follow us on Instagram!Peace, love, and gelato.Can you spot the 👶? The sweet man who offered to capture our family skiing together captured more than just a ski run. He captured our spirit. He captured how we cultivate joy. This is us at our best. Playful and joyous and together. Almost one year ago, we took a risk and moved away from our entire support network in pursuit of happiness. We know where we find joy and we wanted to design a life where joy wasn’t limited to the occasional weekend and vacations. Cultivating joy is a daily practice. We find joy in daily access to nature. We find joy in adventure and we find joy in being together. This clip means so much to me because it represents our values and our goals. I just love it. AND I love the adorable GarageBand jingle too! ❤️❤️#cultivatejoy #skifamily #mtbachelor #adventuremama #adventurefamily #ergobaby #skiwithbaby @raisinglittlerippersLittle one ski sesh ⛷❤️ #cedarskisMy favorite ski bums.When your mama crush @__magneticnorth__ tags you in a Five things Friday- you do it! (on Saturday 🤦🏽♀️) . 1. Coffee is my first favorite non-human thing. 2. I’ve thrown an uneaten soft serve cone at a guy’s face. He called me a cheap bitch so.. it was the logical next step. 3. I have a very high pain threshold. 4. My son just started sleeping through the night at… wait for it… 20 months. 5. I’ve lived in the middle east and ridden a camel at sunrise. Bonus fact: I love this picture because breastfeeding makes me feel like a superhero. 💪🏽 #adventuremamas #normalizebreastfeedingPeek-a-boo! I see you back there little Cedar ❤️ #adventuremamas
Category Archives: Utah
The last portion of our vacation was the big motivator for taking the trip. Our friend Greg was participating in the Zion 100, an ultra-marathon spanning 100 miles of the Zion wilderness. I was so excited about his race that I begged Peter to plan a vacation to Utah around the same time. He agreed and there we were, meeting everyone at Greg’s hotel to learn about our responsibilities as support crew and pacers. The race began in the dark, early in the morning on a Friday. (I was already so jealous of him)
Good morning Greg! Ready to run 100 miles?! Continue reading
The hike to Angel’s landing is another ass kicker. The hike is straight up and carved into the side of sheer rock, the trail is an aggressive approach to a flat and gorgeous look out above.
That peak above Peter’s head is Angel’s Landing, where we are headed.
Zion From Bryce we drove down the gorgeous highway 89 and into the northern entrance of Zion. Having never visited Zion national park before I really had no idea what to expect.
On the long deserted stretch toward Bryce we were surprised when three Pronghorns bolted across the road in front of us. Peter swerved left, the confused Pronghorn ran right and slammed into the side of our car. I screamed the foulest of foul words and it’s nothing short of a miracle that Sage has not started running around dropping F bombs whenever she sees a animal. Somehow the word didn’t stick and fortunately we slowed down enough that both the Pronghorn and the car were ok. Well I think the Pronghorn is ok. It sauntered of into the wilderness and was only a short distance behind its friends. At the time we had no idea what the animal was and were both in shock. We found the closest pullout and drove in to catch our breath. The shock turned into tears of laughter (me) when this sign was staring at us from the side of the road.
Upon seeing the signs for Kolob Canyon we made a last minute decision to get off the highway and check it out. Sage was sleeping so we stayed in the car but from the car we saw many hiking opportunities and were interested in the overnight backcountry possibilities leaving this side of the park.
When our friend Greg announced he was going to run one hundred miles for the Zion 100, I jumped at the chance to make supporting him, a vacation for us. We explored many different options for the trip, bike touring was on the table for a while, taking the camper trailer, backpacking… when finally what seemed like the best way to do it all was to leave the camper trailer at home, make reservations for hotels and campgrounds, pack up the car, load the mountain bikes, and hit the road.