ASPEN, CO - So once again the Fall is upon us and with it comes the eye candy that many of us look forward to all year long! I'm a fan of sensory overload and this is the time of year that my eyes get their fix!
Being that I'm originally from the Northeast I was blessed with visually stunning colors coming from all directions this time of year! I remember hearing people talk about Vermont and how folks flocked to the state for the Fall colors but I never felt as though I was missing anything because New York trees filled my eyes with vibrant colors every year without disappointment.
Shelly, Byron, Whitman and the Wax Poetic Chime of Maroon Bells
In summer of 1816, famed Romantic poet Percy Shelly penned the words “The secret Strength of things / Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome / Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!” about the sublime grandeur of France’s 15,400-foot Mont Blanc, the highest peak in Europe. As a symbol of nature’s majesty, mystery, and awesome power, Mont Blanc became somewhat of a meat-cleaver for the Romantic literary movement. Other acclaimed writers of the time such as Samuel Taylor Coolridge, Mary Shelly, and Lord Byron followed lead by scribbling rhapsodies about the mighty mountain. Lord Byron even declared Mont Blanc as “The monarch of mountains.”
Aspen's breathtaking alpine backdrop is known to intoxicate, tempting visitors into staying in the Roaring Fork Valley much longer than originally anticipated. Many well-seasoned Aspenites call this geographical magnetism the "Curse of the Ute" and one of the reasons so many visitors-turned-residents have a difficult time returning to the rat race of their previous lives outside Colorado.
ASPEN, CO - I couldn't pin it down right away; the vague sense of atmospheric recognition. Then it struck like lightning--this was the cemetery I knew as a child. Before the fallacy was shattered by visiting a real one, I'd pictured dense thickets of thin barren trees, overgrown vegetation climbing weathered tombstones, and graves scattered randomly over rolling hills. I had long since abandoned such youthful horror-fantasies, accepting the unspectacular reality of bright green, organized, well kept scraps of flat land as the places we store our dead. Yet there I stood, in front of a place not so loosely resembling what I thought to be a laid to rest misconception, lost in rambling thought. My “Walking With the Dead” tour of Ute Cemetery was yet to begin.
Eagle, CO - So the Winter season is once again upon us and with it comes the wonderful world of Winter Sports! I just LOVE the winter! I love saying it, hearing it, writing it and most definitely immersing myself in it! I've heard it said, “I came for the winter, but stay for the summer.” Not me! This chick came for the winter and stays for the winter!
Now I didn't always feel this way about the 3rd season... I spent my “younger” years in Up-state, NY where the winter was far from being my friend. The humidity made for sweltering summers but even more painful for me were the bone chilling winters! The climate was a challenging part of my youth and so after one snowy season in the “Valley” I knew I had found some new stomping grounds! Very little humidity, in comparison to the area I grew up in, sold me on Colorado and the rest of what comes with the great state has sealed me.
Woody Creek Revisited: A Bikeride Along the Rio Grande (Spokeheads Anonymous: Aspen Chapter, Episode 2)
So let’s recap: I had a new bike chain, a new bike lock and for some unknown reason (that had nothing to do with the fact that I don’t bike, apparently) - I have a bike helmet. More impressively, I remembered where it was.