My MSR's: All the way to the left.
Any time I get to spend with my family is the best time. I make no secret how close I am with my mother and father and little sister (and yes my two brothers when they are around). So when I get the chance to be with them, I chomp at the bit. That said, this past week (December 30, to be exact), I found myself in Breckenridge, CO to not only hang out with the fam but to also try out the MSR Snowshoes my dad got me for my birthday. Whoa, buddy… Killer.
So for the 6 mile hike we take, I am floating on the snow, all the while telling dad how he needs a pair of these. “And, Dad? They’re made in the USA… Double bonus!” After only minutes in my birthday present, he’s going to buy his own pair. USA! USA! USA!
And for a gratuitous, “This is why I really love my family life,” photo, read on,,,
I think this pretty much sums up why Colorado is my home.
Yesterday I spoke of my fondness for my Micron pens and how I have utilized them thus far in my attempt to revive the lost art of written correspondence. I concluded my sentiments expressing the need for some good stationery. I joked about loose-leaf and keeping it simple. I also have highlighted the high-end what with the letterpress from Forgetful Gentleman. And while I am not going to be going to buy a ream of college-ruled to send out to people, dropping close to a $100 isn’t on my list either, quite yet. I need to see if I actually follow through with this, unlike when I bought a Holga and “totally wanted to get into artsy photography.” While the Holga collects dust in my storage unit, I decided that, while I wait for Impossible Cool’s stationery recommendation, I would do some searching of my own. Wouldn’t you know that I would come across Crane & Co.’s Black Lab Dog Notes. A little back story: I had a black lab in college upon which, after graduating, I had to relinquish ownership of to my parents. I moved into a Denver apartment and my folks live on a decent plot of land in the suburbs. It felt unfair to coop a lab up in a 700 sq/ft place when she could just as easily have a yard and full-time company.
So, given my affinity for my black lab and this new found desire to write more letters, this set has my attention. But who knows? Tonight I could find some with old Volvos or pictures of Cold War-era firearms and change my mind yet again.