Second Stop: Colo(rad)o Pt. 2

Family and friends mean the world to me; as I’m sure they do for most. This is what my entire Colorado trip was- family and friends. The second part of my trip led me across the entire southern area of Colorado. On the way, passing through my Grandmas hometown and the places she grew up in, along with my dads, aunt, and uncles hometown and life-stops along the way. I ventured over Wolf Creek pass, which brought tears to my eyes. The entire, extremely thick forest, once miraculous, pass was now complete beetle kill. The once beautiful, lush, green mountains now looked as if large sticks had been put in place of the pines. Heartbreaking, but life.

The drive was diverse, going over mountain passes (both lush and dead), and high plains. I️ am always in awe of the giant windmills that circulate by wind for the making of energy. They’re pretty amazing.

I️ was greeted by my Grandmas basset hound, Louie, and precious mutt dog, LC, when I️ arrived at my Grandparents house a few miles outside of Kit Carson, Colorado. Soon I️ was sitting at the dinner table with my Grandma sipping a cup of green tea, discussing my trip, and catching up on all the new, and old, news. My Grandparents always inspire me with their stories and wisdom. They push me to be wise, patient, positive, and loving, and I️ aspire to be equivalent to my Grandparents in all of these areas.

The next couple of days were spent helping Gram and Gramps out around the farm. Feeding cows, chickens, cats, and dogs are the morning and nightly routines. As well as, all of the tasks throughout the day. I️ love going to my Grandparents and reliving my childhood. Memories are abundant along the fence lines of my grandparents property.

I️ was only able to stay at my grandparents for about a week, I️ had to be back before school began. Leaving the farm and my lovely Gramma and Grampa was so hard. Goodbyes are difficult when you rarely get the opportunity to see the people you miss so badly while you’re away. But I️ plan and hope to go back as soon as I️ can!

My next stop was Colorado Springs, CO, where my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins live. I️ only have one cousin who is near my age, my other cousins are many years older than me. But that never stopped us all from being best friends growing up. We were wild.

My time in Colorado Springs was very memorable. I️ was able to attend a celebration with my Aunt and Uncle at a beautiful country club in Garden of the Gods, where I met the mayor of Colorado Springs along with many other influential people, and listened to them speak. The celebration was a thank you to the committed donors of charities. It was an inspirational experience, to be in a room filled with selfless people who genuinely care about the well being of others. Plus, on a side note, I got to dress up a little. I always enjoy attending an event that allows me, and/or is required of me, to dress nicely. “You’re not allowed to wear jeans in ‘The Club.'”- A quote by my Aunt when she informed me I had to wear a dress or skirt. I got a kick out of “The Club”!

I took a hike around Red Rock Canyon in Co Springs during my visit. It was so amazing to hike in a very wild place, yet just outside of the city. Colorado Springs is a hot-spot for outdoor lovers. Hiking, skiing, snowboarding, kayaking, mountain biking, fishing, hunting, trail running, etc. are all common, hobbies to the people of Springs. Colorado in general is big in outdoor adventure, and it has good reason to be; it’s a miraculous state. Red Rock Canyon was ravishing. It was so diverse in wildflowers, shrubs, trees, and grasses, while, at the same time being rocky. Gigantic rock formations towered randomly throughout the area. I hiked to a rim road that was moderately high in elevation, the view from that road was striking. I looked out over the entire Red Rock Canyon, and gazed upon the giants that where the rocks, placed so preciously around the vicinity. Beyond that, I could see the entire city. I couldn’t help myself but imagine how astonishing it would be to stand where I was standing during the night. Stars would shine so magnificently over the canyon, along with the twinkling lights of Colorado Springs. Maybe one day I will be able to fulfill the need I have to see that view.

I left early on my departure back to Oregon. The normal route my family and I always used to take was to turn off of I-25, and go north west through Fort Collins on up. I wanted to switch it up a little bit this time, so I stayed on I-25 going north and I turned off right before Cheyenne, Wyoming, onto I-80 west. These white lines led me home.

Driving through different states is entertaining to me. They’re all so unique in their own ways. I stopped in Wendover, Nevada and spent the night, before awaking early and driving the rest of the way home. 1,245 miles later, I made it back to Klamath Falls, Oregon. Lucky me, I know.

This trip taught me to never stop longing for adventure and wisdom. I have a long way to go before I would consider myself to be a wise person, but I would love to achieve that title one day. I truly believe solo trips, camping solo, hiking solo, along with, hikes and trips with company, makes one a wiser being. Nature alone can teach wisdom for those who listen, appreciate, and have a need to learn. The difference between the sounds of tires on asphalt and tires on dirt, the sentiment of having a cup of tea and sharing a laugh with missed loved ones, the appreciation of a single wildflower, small blades of grass, or the warning of a rattle snake, and the humble pride of giving and sharing, are all aspects of life that lead to the brightest of wisdom.

Happy Hiking. Happy Days.

Nettie Pitman


Gramma’s Front Porch


Sunrise on the Funny Farm




First Stop: Moab, UT

I was extremely blessed to have the opportunity to take a solo end-of-the-summer-adventure to Colorado. I have loved ones in Colorado who I haven’t been able to visit for a couple years, so it was my first choice destination. The normal route from Oregon to Colorado that my mom and I usually took was through Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, and into Colorado. However, since I was trekking alone, and it’s been on my bucket list for yearrrsss, I decided to skip Wyoming, go down to Moab, Utah, and then east on over to Colorado. Best. Decision. Ever.

I left around 7am on September 5th. Of course my mom had already called to threaten me; “You better be careful!”, “Take it slow!”, “Watch for deer!”, “Did you forget anything?”. Along with multiple texts from my uncle, Marilynn, and Sheridan about the same warnings and questions. I’m blessed to have so many who care so much. I had packed both my hiking packs, my hiking boots, three water bottles, my sleeping bag, a pillow, my cooler with food, and all of the other necessities that are required when traveling. My cooler was full of the food I would live on for the next three and a half days which consisted of, a bag of baby-snack size bell peppers, baby carrots, two cans of black olives that I dumped into a Tupperware, salami, sliced cheese, three apples, veggie chips, granola bars, crackers, and lots of water. I did not think my choices of food through very well…

So, off I went! It wasn’t long before I was through Oregon and into Nevada, and then heading into Utah. The drive itself wasn’t extremely exciting, although I did get caught up in a cattle drive about twenty minutes outside of Lakeview. That was kind of neat. But other than that, I just trekked right along, singing to myself and pondering life.

I arrived in Moab at around 8pm, by this time it was dark (obviously) so I really had no idea what to expect for the next day. The moon was almost full so I could see the outline of the canyons and mountains (which were beautiful!) and I saw the most amazing, gigantic shooting star. I didn’t go all the way into the city of Moab, I turned off about 20 miles from, toward Dead Horse State Park and Canyonlands National Park. My plan was to camp the three nights I was in Moab, so I set off to find a camp ground. I drove up the road toward the parks until I reached a sign that read “Lone Mesa Campground”. I turned down that dirt road to figure out what I was in for. It was weird. To find a spot to camp, one just drives down the road and if there is a pullout marked with a stick with a picture of a tent on it, he can camp there. So that’s what I did, and the first spot I came to, I backed my little Honda in and parked for the night.

I slept in my car for the three nights. My trusty little four-door Honda Accord. I have to admit, it was actually really cozy! I would move everything that was in my backseat to the front seats and trunk and I would cuddle up in my sleeping bag and pillow and pass out. The first night I was there, I was TERRIFIED. I was so scared to be out there alone, sleeping, not even knowing what my surroundings looked like. But it was the fear that really made me feel alive and excited. I slept like a rock.

When I awoke the first morning, I was amazed at what I saw when I looked out of my window. Pure, raw, natural beauty. I threw my hiking attire on, laced up my boots, situated my car, and took off toward Dead Horse State Park. Seeing this areas’ canyons, rock, trees, grasses, cacti, etc. for the first time is so insanely exciting. I was absolutely blown away by every large and tiny organism I came in contact with. I hiked around Dead Horse for a few hours and then headed on over to Canyonlands National Park. I was shocked to see how strikingly vivid all the scenery is in this part of the country. When one thinks of desert, the majority might think “bland, blah, boring”, nooo way man. The canyons look fake. They look like a painting, or a Disney creation. Staring out into them and admiring all they have to offer is life changing. They really make you think about how small we really are; how massive everything else around us is. They make you think about life and change and difference. I cannot put into words how immaculate they are. All of the life they hold, the rivers running through them, the tiny chipmunks (and they are TINY), the wildflowers, the cougars and bear and deer, the juniper trees, and Douglas firs. They house all of this life and so so much more. (Fun fact I learned from a trail head sign: the desert floor may just look like sand and dirt but it is actually called Biological Soil Crust and it is made up of microorganisms, cyanobacteria. This bacteria not only keeps the ground from being eroded, but it also provides nutrition to the plants that inhabit the desert floor. So even the dirt in deserts is living!)

For the next two days, Sept. 6th and 7th, I hiked around and explored Canyonlands. I went into Dead Horse in the morning to get an orange juice from the little coffee stand. I’d go there at night before bed too, to use the campgrounds outdoor shower. I was so excited I found somewhere with running water to brush my teeth! You really never know how much of a luxury running water is until you don’t have it around. The longest trail I hiked, and found for that matter, was a five mile loop in Canyonlands called Neck Spring. The trail gradually went down into a canyon to two natural springs. Cowboys and Native Americans used to take their cattle to these springs for water, and at the springs they left behind old watering troughs and tin cans they used as cups. I was pumped when I found this trail because it was a long one compared to the others I had hiked and it led to water! Which I thought was going to be really exciting to experience in such a dry, hot area. Let me tell you, I had NO idea what I was in for. I had it set in my mind that hiking down into this canyon would be more or less like hiking to the summit of a mountain. Not even remotely close. Going into the canyon was an uphill battle and coming out of the canyon was an uphill battle. Not to mention, it was around 95 degrees on the rim of the canyon, so it was about 100 degrees down inside. With small patches of shade along the trail, and still, dry, non-moving air, the majority of the hike was in the blazing hot sun. I soon learned I was the only one on the trail. (PSA: don’t ever hike alone. It’s dangerous and can be really scary. I personally know this and I know the consequences, but I personally do a lot of things I know I’m not supposed to do… Sorry mom…) At one point, I thought I heard music playing down the trail from me, so I picked up the pace a little to see if I could catch up to the people in which it belonged. It would have been reassuring to know for sure I wasn’t the only human hiking down in this death-valley of a canyon. I never caught up to the people, in fact I never even seen another person on the trail, except one guy who was hiking in while I was hiking out. He was the brunette, hiker version of Shawn White and all he said to me in passing was, “Why are we hiking in this heat right now?”. I told him I’d like the answer to that as well. So, I’m not even sure if the music was real, or if it was a figment of my heat-sparked delusion. I did, however see an old chute-like structure and a few sections of old fence from the old cowboy era. It is amazing to me to think about how these canyons were used by humans. People used to use these canyons as a “fence” to keep all of their livestock. It must have been such a difficult job with intense, hard work to keep animal’s well and alive in such hot, steep, uneven conditions. I am in awe of all of the people who utilized the canyons for their benefit. Anyway, this particular hiking story has a disappointing ending; I never made it to the springs. It was too hot and miserable, and even though I had packed three bottles of water I was beginning to run out. It was too dangerous in the conditions I was in to go all the way without water, even if it was only five miles. (Which seems like 150 miles when you’re in 100 degree, roasting hot sun.) But heat stroke and heat exhaustion are no joke. Horrible damage can come out of those conditions, and I wasn’t ready to experience what they were, especially being alone. So I relaxed under a tree, ate an apple, and hiked back out of the oven I was baking in. I now have it on my bucket list to go back during a cooler season and hike Neck Springs all the way. I will conquer that trail one day.

I hiked to the Mesa Arch to watch the sunset before driving back to the main overlook of the canyon to star gaze. It was an easy hike that only took me about five minutes. The sunset was absolutely mesmerizing over the canyon. Especially with a rain storm coming in, the cloud coverage mixed with the oranges, reds, yellows, purples, greens, and blues of the sunset was an image so perfect that I had to thank God I was blessed enough to be able to admire it. All of His creation blows me away. Star gazing over a canyon is something everybody needs to do at least once in her lifetime. It is a little creepy, I must admit, because it’s a big huge pitch black hole. But, the stars are so worth it.

I laid in my little backseat-bed that night happy as a clam. I ate a couple pieces of salami and black olives for dinner. This was the kind of dinner I ate for the three nights I was there. I need help with food shopping for travel and adventures. I replayed all of my Moab escapades, smiled, laughed, and felt overwhelmed with joy and thankfulness that I was lucky enough to be out here doing this. The next morning I would be seeing Moab in my rear view mirror, driving two and a half hours to Marvel, Colorado, population 50, to reunite and stay with one of my best friends, Sheridan. This would begin my Colorado visit. It would also be the beginning of yet another whole new outlook on life and the world, a whole new world of possibilities, and a whole lot of memories and adventures that would last me a life time.

Moab really taught me about fear, and how it can be such a great gift. I haven’t ever felt as scared, yet, as wild and free as I have on this solo trip as a whole, but especially while I was roughing it in Moab. This trip has really brought to me a feeling of “life”; an urgency to live. Life is way too short to be miserable, so the time is always now to make yourself happy, to make yourself appreciate and love who you are and who you want to be. Forgive others who have wronged and hurt you. Forgive yourself for wronging and hurting yourself and others. Let all of that weight fall off your shoulders. Or better yet, go throw it off of the edge of a canyon! Go out and do something terrifying yet astonishing. When you’re truly scared to death, that’s when you will learn how to live.

Happy Hiking. Happy Days.

Nettie Pitman


Canyonlands National Park canyon overlook


Canyonlands National Park: Mesa Arch


Canyonlands National Park: Island in the Sky


My campsite ft. Rhonda the Honda


Canyonlands National Park: Murphy Trail Destination Overlook


Dead Horse State Park canyon overlook