ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY
My 40-Hour Sabbatical this year sounds like an extrovert's nightmare. A few days alone in the Rocky Mountains. No one to talk to or laugh with. No one to head up that hiking trail next to you. No one to share your table at the adorable little espresso cafe. No one to share anything at all. Just you and an endless stream of all by yourselfies. I'll let them tell the story.
Traveling alone had its ups and downs. I definitely got lonely sometimes. And alone in a cabin in the woods in the middle of the night, a pinecone hitting the outside wall definitely sounds like a psycho killer rapping his giant blood-stained knuckles on your door. But I loved the peace, the independence, and most of all, surprising myself by doing things I wasn't sure I could do on my own, even if I fumbled along the way.
And my solo journey wasn’t over yet. Next stop: Shoshoni Yoga Ashram for a three-day yoga and meditation retreat. The revelations continue.