I went to Denver for my cousins wedding recently with the intention of solely spending quality time with my family while exploring Colorado. The trip became so much more once I arrived in the Rocky Mountain state as I was able to check off one of the most daring items on my bucket list.
The trip begin with my family and I attending a Final Friday at the Denver Art Museum, an event showcasing local artists’ work, along with hearing music playing at each exhibit and eating endless cookies and drinks. We then walked around the crowded pathways of the 16th street mall in pursuit of finding the famous Big Blue Bear. The entire city started to don orange and blue as night-time approached and the eclectic city was preparing for a Broncos game. I could feel the passion of the city for their football team as restaurants and stores were offering free giveaways if the home team ended the night victorious. Once I got a taste of the city-life, it was time to get away from the crowds and experience the beautiful scenery only found in Colorado. I hiked along a scenic nature trail with bison roaming and meerkats popping their heads out from their burrows in the ground. One of my favorite sights was looking over the red rocks and cliffs at the Red Rocks Amphitheater as the sun began to set.
After a remarkable day exploring the city, it was time to mentally prepare for the adventures that were ahead.
“Sleep early tonight, we’re going skydiving tomorrow.” I looked at my cousin distraught because he couldn’t be serious….right?
I tried not to think about what I was about to do on the way to Longmont. I looked at the mountains in the distance and the endless sea of grass ahead. Upon arriving at the Mile-Hi Skydiving Center, I was still in denial that I would be falling 130mph from the sky in a few moments that felt like an eternity. The small plane shook every minute as we made our ascent. My heart was pounding as I peered out the window, focusing on the distant mountains as I looked for anything to calm my racing mind. In the blink of an eye the door opened and it was time for me to jump. The instructor grabbed the edges of the plane and it finally sank that I was really about to do this. All I could hear was the plane’s engine whirring as I cautiously placed my feet at the edge of the door.
Then, for a moment, everything was silent. I was in midair looking over Colorado in the most thrilling and freeing moments of my life.