I took this picture around mile 15. Shortly after, I ate 6 pop tarts like a feral raccoon. Then I ran down the mountain away from the thunderstorm. It rained all night. I woke up soaking wet and ate 4 more pop tarts. The end!
Can’t spell Telluride without ‘ride’, and I’m just along for it dude. So chill out and let’s sesh Wonderwall for a few hours. Then I’ll be able to Tell if U Ride the vibes too.
A trip home to LA to celebrate Chris and Lauren’s beautiful marriage turned into quite the random assortment of wonderful surprises and modestly wholesome hedonism. Grateful for all of the old friends, new friends, and family.
Some savory snippets from the last month: toga skiing, mountain flying, music wiggling, parachute surfing, yerb chugging, and friends frolicking. A wonderfully warm start to springtime! 9pm sunsets are up around the corner and just beyond the bend 🌞
2023 is just a number, it’s your friends and family who make it a year. If you’re reading this, you’re one of them—thank you! Looking forward to getting even weirder in 2024 🙌🏻
