Tuesday, November 15, 2016

A BRIEF VISIT TO VAIL BEFORE THE SNEW COMES

We needed to get our minds off of the selection of Herr Trump, so off we went for a couple days in the playground of the wealthy, Vail Colorady. Right now, before the snew comes, many condohs have discounted rates. That won't last long!

There's a nifty visitor center in Georgetown.




Comfy digs at The Antlers at Vail. You can buy a one bedroom condoh like this 'un for over $800,000. I couldn't.



 The view of the ski area and Vail Creek outside teh condoh.

 A really deelish margarita with some jalapeno in it.

 Not many folks out and about on a quiet, pre-season Sunday evening.

 You would have enjoyed this desert.


 Sunset and the sooper moon.



 A lovely morning!





 The Clinton Gulch reservoir. Sigh, you had to remind us...

 There's scattered pockets of snew in the shade. More to come.

 The view out the winder at a restaurant in Leadville.


The location of the former Camp Hale, located between Leadville and Red Cliff, home of the 10th Mountain Division. They built  thousands of buildings here so the Division could train in a mountain setting. The 10th  Mountain Division suffered 992 deaths fighting in WWII. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camp_Hale

 Back behind that bridge is the small, olde mining town of Red Cliff.


An olde abandoned mine. Mines, both working and abandoned, are scattered throughout Colorady.

 Sooper moon returned Monday eve.


 Dillon reservoir, along I-70. This is a water source for Denver.

 Brewin' the beer in Idaho Springs.

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

LEAF PEEPIN' Part Two, Mt. Evans Area, Dillon, Guanella Pass

 Hittin' the road for a trip to the High Country!

 Still some yeller leaves.

 Echo Lake near Mt. Evans.

 The Huge Dillon Reservoir, not too far south of Breckenridge.

 A beauty shot of our rental car, a low mileage 2016 Ferd Taurus Limited.

 Day two, looking down on Georgetown, CO. as we started puttin' on the Guanella Pass  Scenic Byway.


 Mountainous goats!


 Just above the treeline, where the air is rair, er, rare.

 Love the sounds of babbling cricks.

Some of the rocks that make up the Rocky Mountains.