If you have been here before, you might know that this blog is about travel adventures with my mom. Sometimes our guys and our babies (dogs) make appearances, but it is largely for us. Today, on Mother’s Day, I wanted to share our story briefly to help you get to know us better and to honor my mom.
I am an only child and grew up in a small, incredible mountain town called Eagle, Colorado. My upbringing was full of daily outdoor adventures in the mountains and rivers with my parents and friends. I have deeply ingrained memories of road trips all over the country to national parks, to new cities and new places. I remember like it was yesterday a road trip to Florida, my mom handed me a map she had created in a little book, of the route we were taking so I could follow along, learn to read a map, and discover my own adventure. This is really where my wanderlust bloomed, and I developed an insatiable thirst for exploring the unknown thanks to her. Into young adulthood, we remained extremely close transitioning from simply mother/daughter, to that and choosing to be each other’s best friend. We began traveling to far flung destinations across the globe together, as well as those close to home and realized that we had the perfect travel companion in each other. We both prefer off the beaten path, though as she might say, “not too far.” We love adventure, places most people might claim we were a bit crazy to go to. We have been to 6 continents together, we have been hang-gliding (twice), rafted (and survived) the Zambezi River, we trekked through the Amazon Rainforest, we have eaten incredible seafood in the Balkans, and walked on a glacier in Iceland. We experienced seeing the big 5 in Southern Africa and we have been to many of the Disney theme parks world-wide. We have so much left to see together, and I feel so grateful to get to share these experiences with my best friend. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you!