HOLY MOLY MOUNTAINS.
Bare with me, I've fallen in love. After stopping in the quaint town of Durango for a thrift store pit stop (those places are gold mines, I'm tellin' ya), I headed out towards a beautiful horizon of dramatic mountains. Little did I know that I would be going OVER them. Little Red huffed and puffed, but with a bit of sweet talking she climbed (very slowly) to the top. Meanwhile, I was on the verge of exploding with excitment.
Colorado, you have my heart.