One of my besties came into town a while back. We had no agenda, other than plans to laugh a bunch and to scout out a local antiques market where she had found an amazing vintage coat the year before. We were sure there was more magic in store there for us. We left the market feeling over-caffeinated, covered in henna and content up to our eyeballs. We let the wind take us where it wanted after that, which ended up including a tour of downtown Denver's murals, way too much champagne, and a barefoot session in the foothills at sunset. It was the freest I have felt in a very long time and a reminder that agenda-less days are so so good for the soul.

Here are a few from our urban adventure.