There are any number of reasons to be away from home on Thanksgiving: the price of a plane ticket, the chances of actually getting to fly out of Aspen with said ticket, work, Opening Day, traffic, icy roads…and yet, being away from family and familiar traditions on Thanksgiving is decidedly unfamiliar for most.
The greatest thing about Aspen, Colorado is its innate ability to surprise you. The mystique of this town hangs heavy over your head whether you’re a local or just passing through for the week. The mountain stands tall and watches your every move.
It would not be fair to say the New York Times scorns all successful people.
The Times likes rich people as long as they are not having fun; are in trouble; or doing something for unfortunate folks far, far away.
But that presents them with a dilemma: What to do about Aspen?
“My game is tight. I slay the Coug.”
So reads the facebook status of Da Bizzler, letting us know his take on the world. Da Bizzler presents himself as a weight-lifting, motor-sports revving, cougar-lovin’ 20-something, who spends his time watching 300 and dreamin’ of Da Cougs. A friend posts a greeting from a Spanish-speaking country to which Biz responds, “Las Cougarachas!”
The Aspen scene operates on a relatively simple daily timeline. Wake up, eat breakfast, ski until 4:00 pm, grab a slope side après ski libation, relax and socialize in the hotel hot tub before dressing to impress and heading out on the town for dinner and a little late night partying.
Someone dragged their Bowflex home gym down the stairs, onto the snow and out to the dumpster. A discouraging sight for the New Year’s Resolutions department, considering it’s only January 11. More optimistically, maybe Mr. Bowflex’ fitness goals include getting out onto the cross-country course and away from those “one machine, fit for life” infomercials?
I took the craziest yoga class tonight. It blew my pretty darn open mind wide open, like hot-air balloon open. Convertible open. It was a head rush of openness. Actually, that was probably the hanging upside-down part.
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.