It was moose weather for sure.
So back down the hill we went, toward Colorado and (hopefully?) a bit more warm weather…
The sign intrigued us. Colorful Colorado? What do you suppose that means? Well, apparently, in fall, that means Aspen. Stands and stands of take your breath away, shimmering Aspen…of which you’ll see many pictures in upcoming posts (because I didn’t get any good ones this particular day).
To Steamboat Springs we fled, checking into a motel in town to avoid the deluge. Wandered the town a bit, got soaked to the bone, then enjoyed a delightful dinner at the bar at Laundry (which, after rising to the top in an extensive internet search, turned out to be located right next door to our hotel—kismet). Over tasty morsels and libations, we hatched plans for the following day—which was forecast to be clear, weatherwise—a big-assed hike in the Mount Zirkel Wilderness.
Days Lesson: Colorado.
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