Thursday, July 18, 2013

Haulin' ass

No bucket could contain me.
I've never been big on the "bucket list" concept. I throw the phrase around from time to time, but I don't actually maintain any such thing. There are places I want to visit and things I want to experience before I die. But if you'd asked me to rattle off a few of them five years ago, and then asked me to do so again right now, you'd probably get two totally different sets of responses. I guess what I have is something more like an "old burlap sack list." Things can move around in there, sometimes they fall out, and there's all kinds of holes in the bottom. I'm easily overwhelmed by the number of incredible places that I may never see, amazing people I may never meet, delicious food I may never try, great books I may never read, and profound experiences I may never have. There could be no bucket large enough to contain all of the things that I would love to do. So I always need to maintain a little space to shove something else in there, to let an old fantasy or goal slip away to make room for a new one.

But boy do I love reaching in there and finding something I can grab! I have a minor issue with impulse control, but nothing that has ever gotten me into too much trouble. I'm just one of those people that gets excited - really excited - easily. I'll raise my hand and agree to almost anything I've never tried before, especially when meets any of my most important criteria: a) it will require me to travel to a place I've never been, b) it will connect me to friends or family that I love, and c) it's not likely to result in bodily harm and/or death. And if there's some weird food involved, so much the better.

My husband has learned by now how to identify the tone.
"Blur is playing a reunion concert in Hyde Park this summer!!" = "She is going to find a way to get to London this summer."
"Did you know that that weird old restaurant down the street does silly mystery dinner theatre?!" = "We have a reservation for Saturday night."
"I just read the craziest article about this weird group of runners in central Colorado who trail race with pack burros every summer!!" =  "Oh, here we go."
Tonto! My racing partner for Sunday's pack burro race
in Idaho Springs, CO. I am already madly in love.
Courtesy of the Rock Ridge Ranch (Loveland, CO)
And so, tonight we head out to central Colorado. Friday and Saturday, I'll spend some time getting to know my burro Tonto and figuring out how to run with him. And then Sunday morning: it's on. A parade of runners and their donkeys in Idaho Springs, followed by a 4-6 mile pack burro race that starts at high noon. (Click here to find out more about this unique Colorado heritage sport!) I'll have Tonto on a 15-foot lead (runners run; no riding allowed!), and he'll be loaded up with 33 pounds of mining equipment. I have absolutely no idea what to expect from this, but my dad, sisters, brother, husband, and some friends are making the trip to come out and take in all of this nonsense, and that's good enough for me. Until I read that article a year ago about pack burro racing, would you have found something like this in my old burlap sack list? Absolutely not. But ask me again in a couple more years, and let's see what else I've managed to fit into that ratty old thing.

Do you have a bucket list? Or an old burlap sack list? What are you planning to tick off next?


  1. This is hysterical and sounds awesome. Can't wait for the recap.

    P.S. Tonto looks a little.... headstrong in that picture.

    1. Haha, you are right! Tonto did turn out to be a headstrong guy ... but I love him! I miss my little pal already.

  2. I can't wait for the recap. I love Idaho Springs. There is a diner/old timey cafe on the main street. They had some phenomenal breakfast. I believe it was a white building. It looks like an old diner.

    I have a bucketlist...a very long bucklist and in different categories. I think of it as my write this down list, because I may forget about this food or place in a year. I constantly take things off and put new things on there. It's a process.

    Good luck!

    1. Idaho Springs was great! The local brewery, Tommyknocker, was a sponsor of the event, and although that morning it seemed like most of the town had no idea that there was going to be a burro race there that day, by afternoon they had all turned out! What a beautiful, and charming place. I can't wait to go back.