Postcards from the Road, Part 1

Denver House Sit, Liquid Bloom, and a 17-Mile “What Was I Thinking” Hike 

Do you ever feel like some weeks feel like lifetimes?

That’s exactly how this chapter felt—packed with grounding, movement, magic, and a little mountain madness.

🐶 House-Sitting in Denver: Dogs, Showers, and Domestic Bliss

After weeks on the road, Olivia and I landed in the heart of Denver for a cozy 3-week house sit.

• 🚐 Alani (my van) safely nestled in the driveway

• 🚽 The sacredness of flushing toilets

• 🚿 Endless hot showers

• 🍳 A full kitchen with zero propane involved

But the real joy? Watching Olivia fall madly in love with Trevor, the 4-year-old floof we were dog-sitting. They wrestled. They zoomied. They passed out in dog piles. Honestly, I couldn’t tell who was more tired by bedtime—me or them. 😂🐾

✨ Cacao, Breathwork, and Live Liquid Bloom Vibes

One night, I left the tug-of-war champs behind and stepped into what became one of the most soul-activating experiences I’ve had in a long time: a cacao, ecstatic dance, and breathwork ceremony—with live music by Liquid Bloom. 🎶 [tap here to listen]

But let me be real, before I ever walked through the door… I was scared.

As I was driving there, a wave of resistance hit me hard.

Not fear of the unknown.

Not fear of getting lost.

But the deeper kind—the kind that whispers:

“What if you don’t belong?”

“What if you’re the oldest one there?”

“What if you’re seen… too much?”

“What if they think you’re too wild, or not wild enough?”

I sat with it.

I breathed into it.

And I realized it was the fear of being fully seen. Of showing up in all my expression, my experience, my edges.

And that’s exactly why I had to go.

Because fear is often the doorway.

And once I crossed that threshold—barefoot, heart open—I landed in the exact space I didn’t know I was craving.

Liquid Bloom’s music poured into the room like ceremony. 

We moved.

We breathed.

We let go.

We remembered.

My whole body said yes.

Which… might explain what happened the next morning.

🥾 Seventeen Miles of Mountain Madness

Still riding the high from the ceremony, I said yes to a 17-mile hike the very next day.

We hit the trail just west of Boulder, in the stunning Indian Peaks Wilderness—an alpine dream in Colorado’s Front Range at 8000' elevation.

• 🐕 Me, my Denver friend, and Trevor (who I naively thought I could tire out—spoiler: he came home and still had enough energy to wrestle Olivia for an hour)

• ❌ No Olivia—she got a chill weekend with a peanut butter bone and some sun-patch therapy on the courch...too many miles for her ACL recovery

Somewhere around mile 12, my legs were toast and my brain was asking:

“Why did I agree to this??” 

And the mountain whispered:

“This is why you came…”

…to remember your strength.

…to strip away the noise.

…to stand in something bigger than your own thoughts.

…to meet your edge—and soften into it.

Also… I ate sugar. 🍬

Like, real sugar.

Because sometimes, transcendence tastes like a fat insulin spike of gummy worms at 10,000 feet. 😅

💬 Have You Ever Said Yes to Something Wild?

Maybe it was a hike, a ceremony, a road trip, or a decision your nervous system wasn’t quite ready for—but your soul was. 

Have you ever said yes to something kinda bold… and ended up loving it (or learning a lot)? 

👇 Drop a comment below 👉🏻 I want your “WTF did I just do?” stories.

👕 Snag the Merch: Postcards from the Road

You’ve heard the stories—now wear the vibe.

Our Postcards from the Road merch line is live and packed with:

• Hoodies that feel like a campfire hug

• Tees for sun-drenched mornings

• Hats that tame trail hair with style

👉 Tap Here to Shop the Collection

(Olivia says if you don’t grab a hoodie, she’s claiming full control of the van. As if she hasn't already)