Summer recap-

Boozy turned 4 years old on August 8th- time has flown by. I danced in celebration at The Dillon Amphitheater with new friends and new family. 

The Boozy Botanist is no longer on a solo mission. I find myself amongst a team. Blissfully working elbow to elbow with The Uncle Tim’s family and finding so many unique ways of collaborating and sharing this experience. Helping me grow and often reminding me that I can. Growing a staff of our own, learning to lead, and expanding to new opportunities.
 

Traveled to Vancouver and a thousand miles into Canada, to the middle of nowhere, and then some, on a rescue mission. The oldest of my little brothers and his girlfriend had been on a 5k+ mile journey from Colorado to Alaska and back, in a rig they tricked out themselves, over the course of the last 2 years. This trip was a celebration and their first launch into life. They had been traveling for over 30 days and were headed towards home when they got in an accident, demolishing their Tacoma, in a nothing-nowhere-town named Dease Lake. Shockingly they were almost completely ok and rescued by local authorities within minutes; they were taken to the hospital only to be given a few stitches and a couple of bandaids. No concussions, no broken bones. They were cared for by the locals and even found a few ways to work off their stay, painting fence posts and working with the local tow truck driver, while we trekked our way in. These kids are brave, kind, and so fucking capable. There was no one better suited for these survival conditions than them. In the last stretch, driving to get them, we left the last of civilization about 7 hours from their location and cell phone service about 5 hours from them. It felt like what I would imagine being stranded on a deserted island would feel like. My partner in the quest agreed to join me with less than 20 hours' notice and within 10 hours of us receiving the news. Realizing rapidly that the only plausible way to get them out of there was to drive. At this point, he hadn't even met my family yet. But he wasn’t going to let me do it alone. After he agreed to jump on a plane and drive a thousand miles with me (the equivalent of Denver to New York City… and back) he proceeded to apologize for not being able to meet me for lunch that day but would see me that night, where we would sleep for what felt like 7 minutes and get on a plane at 5:00 am to go save my family. I can report upon our triumphant return, that we all came back happier and more in love- with life and each other, and CANADA. Which is a feat in itself when you drive 40 hours in 6 days. It was the trip of a lifetime. Aside from the near-death experience, it was a driving wildflower tour with the loves of my life.

The only rule of ‘rescue squad’ is that we don't rush. 

I ran away to Mexico; Where we were almost just as far into Mexico as we were into Canada, no less than 7 days later…