You guys, I know I’ve fallen in love before—with Lake Tahoe over the 4th of July two years ago, with Lake Ear or whatever it’s called in Sandpoint, Idaho—but this time it’s really real. I am in love with a cabin. On Aspen Mountain. That you get to by riding in the back of a pickup truck with country music wafting out of it, wearing flannel, drinking a beer, and stopping to chainsaw fallen trees in the road. I don’t even want to link to the cabin’s website, because I don’t want to share this sanctuary with you (leave a comment and I’ll email it to you). It’s the most stunning cabin in Aspen, and that’s saying something.
#BESTSPUDS
MAYBE I love the #bestspuds (1.0, 2.0) I went with, and maybe I love the fresh mountain air, ridiculous views, and maybe I love the absolutely awesome people in Aspen. Or maybe I just love the thoughtfully-designed, impeccably-built* backcountry cabin with its two fire pits an unreal views. Who knows?
All I know is that this past weekend was a trip I wasn’t entirely looking forward to, and it turned out to be one of the best trips of my life. I am so unbelievably grateful and lucky for the people in my life, the friends old (my coven! pictured below) and new, the joy and laughter we always share. It’s the best.
Now I might even stop spamming your instagram feed with gorgeous pictures. At least from Aspen.
Also, lest I forget: THUG YOGA. If you’re in Aspen, you have to do it, no questions asked. It’s the best.
None of these pictures are filtered or edited, btw. HOLY SHEET!!!
*my old home design writing days came back to me, so naturally I had to google to see what’s still out there of mine. HA! 2007 Lyssa is hilarious here, here, and here—who on earth allowed me to actually publish articles with these ridiculous titles?! Oh, it was called Concrete Homes…
My coven <3