Boulders, Books, and Rocks–Along the Rocky Mountain Way

Being in Denver, we felt compelled to visit Rocky Mountain National Park on an off day, so we set out early to do just that! Along the way, we visited the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder to explore the local shops. One store we stopped at was the Boulder Bookstore, where Olivia purchased a notebook, a copy of Martyr! by Kaveh Akbar, and a set of beautiful notecards. It was an excellent bookstore, and I am sure we all wished we had more time to explore it.

Nearby, we saw the Boulder County Court House, a building designed in the art deco style.

Finally, to prepare for our trip, we went to a local market in Lyons called St. Vrain Market, Deli, and Bakery. At the deli, we picked up sandwiches to enjoy on the mountain.

Rocky Mountain National Park

by Olivia Discon

The trails were a patchwork of ice and untouched snow, the lakes frozen over into eerie stillness. A single blue Stellar’s jay flitted between bare branches, watching us with the kind of judgment only nature can provide. 

Rocky Mountain National Park in winter is a mix of beauty and betrayal.

The meadows stretched wide and open, peaceful and quiet under the weight of the season.

Trails wove through icy patches and steep layers of snow. Every step was a guessing game—solid ground or sudden sinkhole?

We crunched through the meadows, the wind howling low across the open expanse, until we reached the rocks. 

That’s when things escalated.

Professor Yawn and I decided, in our infinite wisdom, that we should climb them. Not just once. Not just some rocks. No, we scaled rock faces like mountain goats who had lost all sense of self-preservation.

One climb turned into another, and before we knew it, we were standing at a questionable height, looking out over the vastness of the park.

And that’s when we heard it.

A faint, disembodied voice from below.

It was Chrissy.

From where we stood, she was just a tiny figure, barely visible, shouting up at us as if we had ascended into some divine realm. The wind carried our voices down to her, but to her ears, it must have sounded like the echoes of gods speaking from the mountaintops. We, of course, did not correct this perception.

“Chrissy, we see all,” I replied, as if we had unlocked some kind of mountain-wisdom. “We are everywhere and nowhere.”

She was not impressed. But she did eventually find her way up.

And we were able to share in the beautiful views.

We eventually made our way back down, the snow still unpredictable beneath our feet, the air crisp and unforgiving.

But it was as beautiful as it was unforgiving.

And we explored that beauty by circling the perimeter of Sprague Lake (on the East side of the Park, where it was much snowier)….

Note: Chrissy and Olivia in Distance

…where we witnesses to a proposal!

The winds were brutal, but the scenery was just compensation.

And we ultimately enjoyed our time on the Lake–so much so that we decided to go to another!

The Brutality – Scenery tension was a bit more on the side of Brutality at Bear Lake. The snows were deeper, so much so that the trail was indiscernible, except for the occasional signs that were almost buried in the snow.

Note “Bierstadt Lake,” Named for Artist Albert Bierstadt

Few people were on the trails, for good reason.

But we ventured on, trudging through the snow, around rocks, and even on the frozen lake!

It was quite a different experience than we were accustomed to in Texas on spring break.

As we made additional forays into the park, we made additional discoveries, such as deer (we ended up seeing almost 50).

On one case, when returning to the van, Stephanie interjected, saying, “Moose. Don’t step any further.”

Little did we know, there were two of them—the first that Chrissy and I had ever seen.

They moved through the trees, pausing only to munch on whatever food they could find amidst the snow. Later, on our drive out, we saw even more moose, casually grazing along the roadside. Professor Yawn and Chrissy, feeling adventurous, hopped out to get closer for photos. Stephanie and I, however, stayed in the car, content with admiring from a safe (and smart) distance.

Despite the unpredictability of nature, we thoroughly enjoyed Rocky Mountain National Park.

It became, by a wide margin, our favorite National Park experience. It was immediately understood why painters and romantic poets expressed the sense of awe provided by America’s vast and inspiring landscape.

 

Favorites From Philly (and New York and Richmond)

The LEAP Ambassadors enjoyed a six-day tour of the East Coast as part of their “Democracy Tour.” During this tour, the students had a chance to visit more than half a dozen art museums, James Beard award winning restaurants, and many historic sites. What follows is their favorites from their experiences.

Favorite Restaurants:

Lehja’s in Richmond received the most votes, with all of the food receiving high marks from the diners. The James Beard nominations appear justified!

Casa Mexico in Philadelphia was a hit among the students, with the barbacoa being particularly popular. This was an altogether pleasant dining experience in an interesting and busy neighborhood in Philadelphia. Chef Christina Martinez was named “Best Chef” in the mid-Atlantic region in 2022 by the James Beard Foundation.

Metzger’s Bar and Butchery was perhaps the most interesting and innovative of the restaurants we visited. While the pork schnitzel was the favorite entree, the “squash sundae,” was the favorite dessert and the biggest surprise.

Ambassadors also found favorites in Katz’s Deli in New York, a restaurant world-famous for its pastrami.

And, of course, we also enjoyed Jim’s South St., which specializes in Philly Cheesesteaks.

Favorite Art Museum: Olivia and Chrissy visited four art museums in New York, and they split on their favorite, with Chrissy favoring The Whitney…

…while Olivia resisted picking a favorite and, instead, picked a top two: The Met and MOMA. She did, however, have a favorite: The Lovers.

Although smaller and less heralded than its New York and Philadelphia counterparts, the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts was one of the clear favorites among the group.

The favorites of the group reflected the diversity of the art in the Museum’s collection.

Of course, the most famous paintings among the NY, Philadelphia, and VA museums were also popular among the Ambassadors.

Finally, the group also greatly enjoyed seeing Philadelphia City Hall, the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, and the Virginia Capitol Building. For Cinthia, Olivia, and Michelle, it marked the third–the complete collection–of extant Jefferson designs in the world.

While the Ambassadors are always happy to get back to Huntsville and SHSU (or, this semester, Austin and SHSU), they left the east coast with a lot of memories, new-found knowledge, and much nostalgia.