I quit my job and flew to Colorado to hike a 500 mile trail.
Yeah, I know. Stupid idea.
Spraining my ankle on day seven was even dumber.
Until I was rescued by a trio of chiseled mountain men.

Now I’m recovering in a quaint mountain town.
Just a week or two until I’m healthy enough to resume hiking.
And how do I decide to spend my time?
Falling for my three rugged rescuers.