Ow Ow...

I love climbing, but damn...  I've been getting tore up!

Which means I must get better, so I can stop knocking knees with the wall.

OUCH.

Climb on...

It has only just dawned on me that I will be leaving Iowa City soon.

Though I am more than ready to get back to reality in some ways, I will be leaving behind a whole new group of friends I made while being here.

The climbers at the Rec Center in Iowa City have been the most welcoming and killer group of people to get to know and their energy will be the most sorely missed aspect of my time here in Iowa.

I will climb on, of course, but dangit! I wish I could pack everyone in my suitcase and bring them home with me to Denver.

This is Ellen and me, derpin' around at the gym.

I will especially miss Ellen.  My belay-boo and the fasted BFF I ever made.

TEARS.

Quick list of peeps I met through climbing this time so I won't forget:  ELLEN, Fidi, Filippoooo, Matteo, Mani, Rohith, Stacey, Amy, Jon, Katie, Jacob+Nick+Tony=America, Swathi, Matt, other Matt,  Carter, Tyler, William, Liz, James, Adam and holy mother, countless others.    

Rustic...

My friend Andy has been inviting me to his family's cabin for years.  I have no idea why things have never worked out but the short and sweet trip I took to his cabin yesterday was more than fabulous.  These pictures are not the most accurate portrayal of the trip. There were ten of us who made it to the cabin and for most of the day we lounged on floaties and tubes, rode jetskis and paddle-boated to neighboring docks with offerings of Busch Light and witty remarks.

At night we sat around the fire, roasted 'mallows for s'mores and battled the neighbors in a fireworks contest.  They won.  But since we almost caught the house across the lake on fire, I think we were a close second.

I got the MOST heinous sunburn.  My nose might fall right off but it was totally worth it!!

Sparklers!!!

These two are special.

Such an amazing getaway.

The rest of the pics will go on Facebook when I'm feeling motivated!!

Liar...

Over at my fashion blog, snow me white, I alleged to have worn a certain outfit to pub quiz at Deadwood last night.  I lied.  I wore this variation and of course, kept the cowgirl boots in the mix.

After a couple dances at Yacht Club dance party, after hours led my comrades and me to Pancheros.  After some hardcore nom-nom, I spent the night on a friend's couch.  Because there were somehow no blankets in the house, I got creative and covered myself in coats from the closet.  HA!  It was great.  I slept like a baby and felt totally brilliant in the process.  I may be horrible at trivia, but I proved to be quite clever in a pinch.