Dear Shasty,

Thank you for being such a special part of my time in Denver. Parties at Chuck’s house. Introducing me to Sonic, then cruisin’ the Sloans Lake parking lot. Text messaging me—almost every hour on my way to Durango with a joke or kind word. Moab. Eating steak off your nipple at my farewell dinner.



And when I decided to leave Denver, for helping me pack and carefully load the U-Haul.

Oh Moab! I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much in one weekend. The stories we shared in the car ride—laughing so hard I could hardly see the road through tears of laughter. You and I staying up talking until we got shushed and crawling into our tents as the birds started chirping.

Hiking.


Sightseeing.



Finding a pristine mountain lake for you to wash your feet.


Eating great meals thanks to your cooking!


And driving around until we found the perfect place to watch the sunset—then crankin’ the tunes and enjoying a bottle of wine.


You are missed by so many, and reading all that others have posted makes me wish we had more time to spend together. You are one of the best spirits I have ever known. There’s an emptiness in the world without you.

Much love, Britt