If only returning to my childhood home was as easy as clicking my heels together three times. Blessedly, I married a man who is willing to clear our calendar for the better part of two weeks and spend more than 18 hours in a car with me, trekking halfway across the country so that I can drag him up every mountain I’ve ever had the pleasure of traversing in my short 26 years. I traded my ruby slippers for an old, dirty pair of hiking boots this trip. This vacation was long overdue though, under normal circumstances, is an annual trip my family has affectionately termed Colorado bootcamp. Despite scrapes, bruises, blisters, a strained back and fantastically soar feet, my heart is perfectly light and happy having recently returned from treading both new and familiar paths to places like this. Here, caught between the clouds and the wildflowers is a little slice of heaven.