I opened up the little cabin door and took a deep breath of chilly mountain air. Inhale. Exhale. It was 6AM and the sun was coming up from behind the Gore Range. I looked out on the calm, pristine Piney Lake and my eyes locked in on the small birds flitting around dipping their beaks […]
I moved to Denver for one of the great loves of my life…the mountains. I can look out my apartment window and see them; they are close, but sometimes seem so far away (especially when you don’t have a car!). They taunt me, with their inviting snow-covered peaks, aspens, rugged trails, and high-altitude lakes. The […]
It’s my favorite time of year – it’s Kitten Season! That’s right, you read that correctly – Kitten Season. Along with lilacs blooming, the smell of fresh cut grass, and the grill being lighted for the first time – this is the time when an inordinate amount of kittens are born. I was one of […]
One of my least favorite things to do is going back to a place I’ve been before. I have a bad case of ‘been there, done that’ attitude my whole life. I wish I understood why, but I do know that it is something deeply rooted in my DNA. This need to do something different, […]
In an effort to bring you some new voices on Ottsworld, here is a guest post from writer Chris Englert. I met Chris as a party last year and learned that she was an expert of Denver by foot, so of course I started talking to her about hiking in the area! I’ve asked Chris […]
As we drove down the switchbacks of Berthoud Pass I pointed out Winter Park ski hill to my friend Lynn. We both looked at the little ant-like people coming down the runs and kept driving. Even though Colorado has had one of their best early snow seasons that had everyone flocking to the slopes in […]
In an effort to bring you some new voices on Ottsworld, here is a guest post from an Ottsworld reader and blogger Michelle Parsons. I met Michelle when I moved to Colorado; she was a kindred spirit who had just left her IT project management job to travel, blog, and become a musician. When she […]
The year was 1988. We had big hair…lots of hair. I used to spend an hour each morning curling my already permed hair into even tighter little curls with a curling iron the size of my pinky finger. I really did want to be ‘Baby’ from Dirty Dancing even though I had stick straight hair. […]
Every time I return from a trip, put the key in my doorknob, and open the door – a feeling of relief washes over me. I’m home. I can unpack and put my stuff back in its place, and kick my feet up on the couch and enjoy the process of having my own place […]
