I was doing too much.
By the time winter break ran out and I was headed back west, we were dating.
(and in fact, 2 and a half years later we still are!)
On one beautiful February pow day in the Grand Mesa backcountry, I hit a tree.
To make a long story short I was practically bedridden for 2 weeks as symptoms would not let up.
However, something happened that I had never really experienced.
I felt grateful for where I was at.
I felt complete, and started to notice things about my old town.
Newfound stoke made my hometown feel like a whole new place.
I am still discovering new things about this old town
