Vado: #tryingstuff in Colorado

I’m excited to welcome back Vado of Vado Porro to 3Up Adventures. She guest posted here while we were in Utah celebrating our wedding but she’s back with a great post about trying snowshoeing in Colorado.


When we planned our winter trip to Colorado, I promised my husband that we would finally, FINALLY!, go snowshoeing. Every season, we make up a to-do list and snowshoeing has been on for the last three years running, and we have never made it.


So when we booked a vacation trip to Keystone, I immediately made sure that snowshoeing was on the menu. It was, and it was very reasonably priced. The great thing about Keystone is that skiing is so outrageously expensive that everything else seems very reasonable. (It’s absolutely worth it to pay for the extremely expensive lift ticket, the skiing was phenomenal.)

On Monday morning, we drove over to the Nordic Center to get our snowshoes and head out. The first thing I became concerned about was that maybe I had dressed too warm. As soon as we got outside in our snowshoes, I knew I had. I’m not exactly sure the temperature, but I had on snowpants, fleece lined tights, a fuzzy undershirt, a fleece, and a parka, plus gloves and a hat. I overheat extremely quickly as soon as I break a sweat, so I wish I had just worn thin long johns, snowpants, an undershirt and the parka. You move the entire time you are snowshoeing, so it isn’t like skiing where you dress a bit warmer for the lift and don’t overheat. I also recommend sunglasses because it’s really bright if the snow is reflecting on the mountains.


Once we got to the place, we were offered two options for footwear – wear our own boots, or rent nordic shoes. We opted to rent, because my hiking boots are not super waterproofed. I was very glad we made that decision because the snowshoe boots were much more flexible and lighter weight. They offered us poles and we opted to take them – definitely take the poles! They showed us how to attach the snowshoes to our feet, we loaded my cousin up with his daughter in the carrier, and then we were on the road.

I thought, for some reason, that snowshoeing would be like running or skiing, or really like skating, with sliding on the snow. It’s not. It’s just hiking in the snow and you don’t fall down or through the snow. It was beautiful and a lot of fun to walk out over three or four feet of fresh powder and not sink all the way down. We went up a really steep hill, had some trouble with the course, but overall it was a fun enough experience that we decided we would happily repeat it for a longer excursion, perhaps with a picnic lunch and a LOT more water. (Bring a Camelbak. I really regretted not having mine.)


Kristin: Birthday #tryingstuff

Today’s #TryingStuff post comes from Kristin. Kristin is a New York City based poet who also blogs at Not Intent On Arriving (where she kindly featured me as part of her Writer’s Wednesday this winter) about travel and living life.

Kristin, Cross-County Skiing

Whenever I imagined how I would celebrate my golden birthday, I always pictured opening my 28th year in a gold sequined cocktail dress. There would be champagne and karaoke. I would be a more perfect version of myself – fancy, social, and singing in public – an elegant version of my usual down-to-earth self. When I found myself instead sitting in the chilly lodge of the Clarence Fahenstock Memorial State Park, trading out my hiking boots for a pair of cross-country skis, I didn’t look quite like I’d pictured myself, but the idea was still the same. I was a better version of myself. I was me, but adventurous.

I was about 40 feet from the lodge when I fell for the first time. I had clipped into the fronts of my skis, and was pushing myself pretty quickly along the pre-made track when I started to feel myself losing balance even as I was gaining speed. Like I always do when I’m losing balance, I leaned heavily backward into my heels to stabilize. Apparently, this is not the thing to do when you can’t stop during cross-country skiing, and maybe when you can’t stop during other things in life. Sometimes, you’ve got to lean into it. I tumbled off to the side, and embarrassingly, couldn’t get myself onto my own two feet. A family that appeared to be at the park for tubing took pity on me and between the four of them, managed to get me upright again.

Adventurous me, I had hoped, would be instantly talented at cross-country skiing, even though I’d already tried it without much luck four years ago and even though I have been instantly talented at precisely nothing in my whole life. Talk about setting yourself up for failure. As I shuffled along to where my partner was waiting for me (a fellow non-talented adventurer, he wasn’t able to turn around and help me fast enough), I decided to let go of the idea that being adventurous was something I could succeed at and cross-country skiing something I could excel at instantly, and focus instead of enjoying myself.

Cross-Country Skiing

We spent the rest of the day exploring the two beginner trails that were open. On our previous excursion, we had contented ourselves with trying each of these paths once, and then moving on to hillier, more difficult trails. While I think it’s important to challenge yourself, I don’t remember having nearly as good a time that first trip out, and I think it might be because we never let ourselves enjoy the process in our hurry to become experts. This time, we explored what felt like every nook and cranny of the paths we were on. We did each of the smaller loops multiple times, and then made a larger loop between the two trails and the lodge twice.

The trails led us around a level field (and past some people snowshoeing – maybe that will be our next adventure!) and alongside the lake where they have swimming in the summer. Everything was frozen-over and still, and although we were often in the presence of other skiers (many of whom blasted right past us with gorgeous form), the experience felt solitary and beautiful. For the first time in a long time, things felt peaceful and I felt like myself. Not a better version of me, just me as is: struggling to keep my breath and my balance while still taking in all of my surroundings. Somehow, after nearly three decades on earth, that was finally enough.

In total, we were outside for about three hours, and as far as I can estimate, we skied about seven miles. There were more spills, my legs and arms felt sore, and I don’t think either of us ever figured out how to ski downhill without crashing into something to stop, but it was the most fun I’ve had all winter. With the freezing temperatures lately, we’ve been bundled up inside or working out at the gym, and I think I’d almost forgotten how wonderful being outside really is.

Taking in deep breaths of cold air and completely exhausting myself on something wonderful are two feelings I haven’t had in a long time, and I didn’t realize how much I missed them. Although it was hard at times and I didn’t magically become graceful and coordinated, cross-country skiing was the best way I can imagine to start my 28th year. Now I’m looking forward to what comes next: a year of trying new things, spending more time with nature, and getting more active with the person I love.


Anna: Getting Fit and #tryingstuff

Today’s post in #tryingstuff comes from Anna. Anna lives in London and has recently embarked upon a journey to improve her fitness. I asked her to chime in with some thoughts and she’s made some simple and wise observations about what has worked for her in making steps towards becoming a runner! (And if you missed yesterday’s post on #tryingstuff from Susan be sure to check it out!)


*Disclaimer: I know nothing. Particularly about fitness.

When Beth first asked me to write something for whilst she is away (squee how exciting!) I was a “little,” read very nervous, about what I could possibly offer. She is so deliciously clever and active and wonderful and then there is me.

My second disclaimer: I am an overweight completely unfit behemoth of an Englishwoman. Seriously. There is no reason you should listen to a word I’m about to say.

But, (and obviously with me it is rather large),if I can get outside and actually get my heart racing then so can you!

I used to be relatively sporty, I loved to play hockey (of the field variety) and I was quite a “spirited,” read violent player! Playing 4 times a week was probably the reason I didn’t balloon quite so much until my university years. Playing once a week and doing little else was pretty damning for my body.

Anyhoo, enough beating myself up, time for change.

Time for me to talk about those first steps towards starting to move and perhaps inspire you to do the same.

There are 5 things which helped me get of my sofa and into my almost stride.

  1. Walking everywhere for a month. I found a short 2km route (basically around the block) and tried to do this as often as possible for a month to try and speed up every time. Even if I shaved a second off the previous day I was happy. (Even if I didn’t I’d walked briskly for 20mins and that was still impressive for me!)
  2. My Nike Fuel band. I’m sure it’s just a pricey inaccurate bracelet but this pricey inaccurate bracelet has pushed me more than I ever thought possible. It’s made me want to get off the train a stop early and walk the extra distance home. It’s made me walk short distances instead of getting the bus. It’s made me giggle that I walked an extra 4km around an industrial estate because I got lost. It’s made me jog around the house to collect those few extra points before midnight. It’s made me get up a 5am, go for a walk and actually be happy I did it! Seriously, find what makes you want to do more. If that’s as simple as a pedometer or even mapmyrun, make it happen. I’m not going to lie; the pretty graphics and app do make me want to go further!
  3. C25k. (The name of this app scares me each time I look for it on my phone. There’s no way I can run 25k. Yes, I am an idiot!) But it’s great. Couch to 5km. I’m only at week 4 but it feels nice. (Well it did but more on that in a moment!) It starts off slow, one minute of running. Sounds easy, right? But at the end of the one minute I wanted to curl up and die. Oh the deep breaths. Yet for a strange reason I continued and continued and continued. My promise to you. After than teeny tiny first run of one minute, everything seems so much simpler. You just keep going. I mouth my little heart out to the cheesiest of songs as I run/walk and it feels good.
  4. Trainers. Conventional wisdom states not to spend lots of money when you first start out. However, I am prone to blisters and one of the reasons I think I am still trying is because I bought a pair of Vibrams and my feet love them. Not even a whisper of a blister. Find the trainers. I actually enjoy moving in these. They are light and tactile. I don’t really understand gait analysis but I’ve always had a penchant for a toe-heel style even when I wore “normal trainers” so they are perfect in my mind! (It helps that people have compared me to Maura Isles and that I completely agree!)
  5. SPORTS BRA – Oh crumbs, please protect the girls. As one relatively busty girl (who’s seen many boobs – I’m a doctor not a pervert) to every other lady. Please wear one. Spaniel’s ears are for spaniels only.

There are also a few things not to do

  1. Fancy gear. Yes ignore what I said about trainers. I started my little runs in the dark (which may not have been the best idea) but no-one cares what you look like. Well if they do, they should probably make fun of my daytime style choices instead. Oh yes, I be a power clasher. All the fancy gear is expensive and probably a little too small (as you bought it optimistically..ahem). Wear your favourite old shirt and some cheap leggings.
  2. Don’t be tempted to do too much. I don’t know if rest days are really important when you are doing as little as I am but my body sure likes me when I do rest so it can’t be a bad thing.
  3. Don’t try to work out sporadically. Have a routine. I like Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. No particular reason but I have those days in my head and I have to do stuff on those days. Obviously it’s no big deal if I don’t I am not going to punish myself but if you have your 3 days everything else is a bonus!

And now to that moment I mentioned earlier. 3 weeks ago, I was on my second run of week 4 and enjoying it muchly—actual running for 3 minutes! Sounds ridiculous and almost nothing but I was doing it. Doing it so well I was flying, literally. I tripped over something, myself or tree root. I flew through the air and crashed to the ground, so impressively cars stopped (in London!!). I was a few hundred metres from home and flushed with embarrassment that I told everyone I was fine. I hobbled home. I did almost finish my last run but not quite as quickly as I imagined.

I was helped into the bath by my husband, who tended to my bloody wounds. Impressive still! The next day I realised my wrist was more painful than it ought and since then I’ve had 15 x-rays and I’m lined up for an MRI. I’ve got no obvious break but perhaps ligament damage hence the MRI. All I know is that I’m taking many, many (prescribed) drugs, typing with my non-dominant hand and wearing an old lady brace.

Then struck by flu as my end of term beckoned I’ve been in bed for a week. However last night in exchange for dinner fun the husband suggested I go for a walk with him. Getting back on the horse is a little scary. I’m a faller. I fall a lot usually without much to complain about but the fear was there. (Incidentally it was 13 years since my house burnt down on Easter Monday and when we left the house the husband informed me he’d just put the washing machine on. Cue extra panic and a desire to get home quickly!)

We went a different route. I wore my glasses and it was daylight and there was warmth in the air. But it was good. I ran for a minute at a time, 3 times. (Almost coughed up my lungs after the first but I still did it!) It hurt. Oh crumbs, it hurt a lot but that was just my wrist. The wrist will heal and it will heal as I try to get back to week 4.

There is no after, yet. Although is there ever an after? But here is my now and I do hope it not be my after. Thank you for listening!


Susan: #TryingStuff x2, Dating and Climbing

Since I’m off #TryingStuffInJordan right now, I thought I’d open the floor here at 3Up Adventures to guest posts about #tryingstuff.

Susan and I met online over two years ago. I’ve loved following her during that time as she’s discovered how much more she’s capable of than she ever knew: during a tough time she turned to exercise as therapy and has become someone who runs more 5K races than I can keep track of! During some recent adventures in online dating, she was invited to a climbing gym but she’s scared of heights. I love this post for it’s honesty about what really was important about the experience.


My most recent #tryingstuff moment all started off with what appeared to be, from the outside, an innocent enough text message: “If you’re feeling bold, want to try rock climbing tonight?” Just a few words on my phone screen attached to the name of a cute guy I was interested in. But they were loaded words. And they scared the crap out of me. We had gone on an amazing first date, he’s an adrenaline junkie and I… am not. I’ve never been a thrill seeker, I’m scared to death of heights and here was this attractive man who just a few days earlier, sitting next to me over dinner, joked about how he was going to get me to jump out of a plane this summer. But it’s the middle of winter and skydiving season was months away, so I was safe.

Well, mostly anyway. If I accepted the rock climbing invite, it would mean a second date (yay!), but would also mean my feet would have to leave the ground. My feet would have to leave the ground and help propel my body up a wall with only a rope and trust in someone I had only spent a few hours with keeping me from plunging to my death (ok, I admit that might be a tad over dramatic). I’m not exactly athletic, or coordinated, so accepting the invitation was only going to lead to me looking awkward, which generally isn’t the look one goes for in the early stages of dating. And I was scared.

The beauty of it though was that I also felt like I was in a position that the only acceptable response was “sure!” because I was still very much in the wanting to impress stages of getting to know someone. He knew I was scared of heights, and here he was offering up a second date opportunity for me wrapped in the package of trying to push me out of my comfort zone. So I took to the internet with panicked words to my girl friends to ask what I should do. And was met with a handful of comments about how awesome of a date idea this was and how they were excited for me.

So I said yes… and proceeded to panic for the rest of the work day. The funny thing about getting out of your comfort zone and trying stuff, is that generally you have a really good time doing it. And I will admit it, it WAS a great date idea, and I’m so glad I didn’t chicken out like I normally would have because the really shocking thing? I want to go again!

We went to the local indoor climbing gym that’s in an old mill building. They even turned the elevator shaft into a climbing route! (I didn’t do that one.) My date walked me through the basics of how to tie the knot, how to belay, etc. He was calm and relaxed and I tried to soak that vibe in as much as I could. And then he hooked me up to a rope and told me to give it a go. At first there was only one other pair climbing so it was quiet and I didn’t feel like everyone was watching me clearly being a beginner and not knowing what I was doing.


As I walked up to the wall trying to not shake, I did have a moment of questioning what I was doing there and wondering why I had agreed to this, but then I grabbed my first handholds and told myself I WAS going to do this. I may have only made it halfway up the wall before getting stuck and not able to find a path to continue going up but it doesn’t matter. This wasn’t about making it to the ceiling, this wasn’t about impressing a cute guy with my killer climbing skills. This was about pushing my own limits and proving to myself that trying new things can be scary but can also be fun.

For the next 30 minutes or so we alternated climbing and belaying until the place filled up and got too chaotic for me and we decided to head out. I never made it further than about ¾ of the way up any of the walls, but I tried my best, at no point did I say “I can’t” without at least attempting it first. And maybe it was because I was trying so hard to not look like an idiot, maybe it was because the nature of rock climbing engages your full body and mind that there was no opportunity for me to think about the fact that my feet were no longer on the ground. But my fear of heights never kicked in. The panic attack I was so sure I was going to have never came.

Walking out of the building my date told me he was proud of me and that if he hadn’t known it, he never would have expected that I was scared of heights. More importantly, I was proud of myself. Did I love it? No. But I didn’t hate it. I can honestly say I had fun, and it is something that I would like to try again. I even looked in to it online and another local indoor rock climbing gym offers a ladies only lesson night where women climbers walk newbies through the basics of rock climbing that I would really like to sign up for. I’d love to gain some working knowledge of climbing now that I know I actually can do it without freaking out, and go again to see if I can do better, maybe even make it to the ceiling!

On a random Tuesday night in January, I learned that trying something new can be totally scary, but that it can also be a lot of fun. I said yes to something I would normally say no to and it is an experience I am so happy I got to have. I can only wonder now what my next #tryingstuff adventure will be!


Mariela: Traveling Alone

I’m on my way back from Utah today (I am not ready to go back to work!) I have one more guest post about embracing adventure to round out the week. (If you haven’t read Kinzie and Vado’s posts yet, go do it!) Today, Mariela is writing about the just buying a ticket and going but more importantly she’s talking about how adventure and being a grownup are not incompatible.

My tale of adventure begins with a nervous young woman sitting in front of the computer, purchasing herself a ticket to a European country for which she doesn’t speak the language, with only enough money for 4 nights of hostels & 6 of couch surfing. (I should add that notifying my mother of my plans lead to tears, excessive pepper spray purchases and her cutting a strand of my hair for my DNA, “just in case…”)

December of 2011 marked my first closed real estate deal, hooray! Most of that commission was meant to sit in my savings account in preparation for my cross-country move to Chicago that would finally putting an end to two years of long distance—something I’d been working two jobs to make happen. But in early January of 2012, I spent an evening watching Midnight in Paris and listening to the soundtrack on repeat for about a solid week to follow. Not more than three days later, Kayak came to my daydream’s rescue—a 72-hour sale on flights to Europe! I’ve always been one of those rambling believers of fate, ‘Everything happens for a reason,’ you’ll hear me say in the best and worst of times. And this? This was the very best of times.

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Vado: Adventure Choices

I’m really happy to have a guest post from “Vado” of Vado Porro talking about how she and her husband are discussing how they can incorporate adventure into their life. One of the things I really love about this post is looking at the process of deciding the role that adventure will have in your life. (I’m also a little astounded to hear how 3Up Adventures played a small role in kick-starting their conversation about adventure.)

It seems apt that I would write a post about whether or not to quit our jobs and go off on a grand adventure with my husband on Beth’s blog, because the fact we’re even thinking about it at all is totally her fault.  See, awhile ago, Beth posted a review of The Way.  Which I immediately added to my Netflix cue (and found my husband had put there himself) and we finally sat down and watched it earlier this summer.

When we shut it off, we sat there, and then quietly, one of us said, “we could do that.”  And the other person agreed.  And one of us said, “we have the money,” which is also true.  We have a comfortable amount in savings, due to not doing irresponsible things like quitting our jobs and hiking all over Europe. *  And then one of us pointed out that we don’t have kids yet.  And that we don’t have a house.  And we don’t have that much furniture we really like.  And that we’re both potentially interested in leaving our jobs sometime in the next year or so, and one of us really needs to have a good excuse to quit, and a solid deadline.

*Editors Note: Irresponsibility is all relative

Once the hangover of the movie wore off (which took a good week), we kept researching.  The biggest road block is that we haven’t found the right trip yet.  It has to be epic, and awesome, and not too expensive (we have the money but we aren’t bazillionaires).  This can’t just be, “we quit our jobs so we could take a three week vacation to New Zealand” or probably even, “we quit our jobs and went around the world”.  Those seem too easy.  It also can’t be “we raised thousands of dollars for a worthy cause by making our friends finance our vacation,” because I’m lousy at asking people for money and my friends don’t have very much of it.

The time frame we are looking at is relatively short – either 2 or 3 months.  I’m in a wedding in August, and I have to stay at my job through May.  Going next fall is possible, but unlikely, given the timing of other things.  This means something like thru-hiking the AT or the PCT are both out.  It means that an around the world journey is out.  It means that things like cycling cross country or up and down the pacific coast or across Canada are still possibilities, or backpacking through Europe or hiking across England.

It can’t just be an ordinary vacation.  In fact, the point isn’t to go on a vacation.  The point is to go on a once-in-a-lifetime trip that shapes our marriage and gives us awesome stories to tell our children.  The point is to challenge ourselves as much as possible and give ourselves an opportunity to learn more about ourselves and what we can accomplish.  Ships are safe at harbor, but that isn’t what ships are built for.  If we were ever going to go further, do more, see more, now is our opportunity.

So what is keeping us from taking the leap?  Well, taking this chance means putting off having kids, which is pretty high on the priority list.  It means giving up our jobs and our awesome apartment and taking a huge leap of faith.  It means thumbing our noses at our families, who will surely not approve of anything that involves us quitting our (very good) jobs.  It means giving up benefits like health insurance, which means that having children moves even further into the future.  It means a lot of risk, and a possible limited reward.  It’s a risk that is worth it for the right epic adventure, but that could also be a very wrong choice if things go wrong .

We haven’t come to any conclusions yet.  But we’re both still researching and pushing forward towards an unknown future, so I think that even the journey to find a journey is going to teach us more about ourselves than we expect.

Kinzie: Leap of Faith

I’m off adventuring in Utah celebrating being a newlywed but I’ve still got some posts lined up for this week. First off, we have a guest post from Kinzie (this is also 3Up Adventures first guest post ever!). When she replied to my call for posts on how you incorporate adventure into your life by offering to write about how her boyfriend (now husband!) followed her to France after dating for just a few months I was ecstatic. I love love love this post. Love and Adventure together; simply perfect for our post wedding week. And with that, Kinzie:

My husband and I had been dating for approximately two months when I found out I got a teaching job in France for the next school year. It was simultaneously exciting and terrifying to know that I was falling in love with the guy chopping tomatoes across from me, while anticipating the seven months we would have to spend apart, if our relationship could even withstand the distance.

My mom seemed to think she had it all figured out. Any time I was sad or worried about the impending time apart, she said, “Well, Donnie should just move to France with you.”

“Mom, it’s not that easy. He can’t just move to France.”

“Well, I think he should. You guys would have fun.”

I was convinced that this wasn’t a realistic solution, but my mom was relentless. (We had this same conversation approximately 50 times.) And, maybe this is just a “magical mom power” but the more she said it, the more I decided she was probably right. So I started looking into creative ways to get Donnie over to France with me.

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