Gwapa Goes to... Cooper Mountain, Colarado
AT LAST! A much needed girls trip was taking me to Cooper Mountain Colorado. For the first time on a plane since COVID began, I was nervous to travel but knew fresh air, tall trees and my very own yurt awaited me on the other side of a very short flight from San Diego, CA but even more than that my best girlfriends and I were going to get to spend the weekend together for the first time in months doing exactly what girls do best - hiking, catching-up, flashing the open mountain range, making huckleberry cocktails, dining in a yurt, living in a yurt and listening to The Case Of: JonBenet Ramsey Murder Podcast from start to finish.
I had never been to Colorado before so I wan under the impression that the 2/3 hour car ride from Denver to the bottom of Cooper Mountain hill was the extent of the trek we'd be taking. Little did I know we had a three mile hike to and from "the lobby" to the yurt we'd be staying in for the next two nights. Not a true nature girl at heart I was nervous, but also craving fresh wifi-less air and tons of open space to disconnect and unplug but of course not without a little GWAPA flare and fashion. That's right... I packed the Prrr & Meow Faux Cheetah Crossbody Bag and strutted those treelined dirt paths like they were the runway at Bryant Park during New York Fashion Week.
For Dinner, we took our nature loving butts to dine at the VERY exclusive Cookhouse at Tennessee Pass. We ordered the wildest (no pun intended) dishes, like quail and elk and lamb. The food was OK but THE VIEWS were everything! I literally felt transported into an alternate universe and time slowed WAY down. The sunlight mountain range served as our backdrop and everywhere we looked we were surrounded by trees towering overhead making us feel like tiny little ants sipping our tiny clementine and rosemary cocktails over the warped picnic table we called home for the next four hours. After a long and lazy dinner we moved into this humungous yurt for a desert combo that while odd - to this day cannot be beat - Bourbon and lemon bars. That's right ladies, you heard it here first!
The next morning I threw on The Hola Gwapa Black Lives Matter T-shirt and we kicked our nasty Bourbon and lemon bar hangovers with an 11 mile hike through the Tennessee Pass trails. Jumping over creeks and even stopping to see how long we could soak our feet in the freezing cold river water before putting our chilly toes back into our trail boots to finish the journey. When we got to the very top and decided we had finally reached our lunch spot we did what only felt natural to us, we took a deep breath, lifted our sweaty sports bras over our heads and flashed our divalicious NIPPLES TO THE WIND!!!
All in all, our all girls nature weekend was a total success. As I board the plane back home I'm feeling grateful and full of love for great friends, strong drinks, dirt trail runways, tons of laughter and the sweet memories that only a weekend of no wifi can deliver.