Life in the Rockies

Here it is, at long last, spring in the Rockies. Well, maybe. This has been a little different year than usual for Breckenridge. We had record snowfall this past winter and now, despite rampant rumors of global warming, it's still pretty cool here in the evenings. But that's what makes Breckenridge so special. If you don't like the weather, as they say,wait twenty minutes. That's not just a saying here, it's what happens. But the flowers are poking out, the Blue River is picking up steam,the bike paths are open, and people here are doing what theycame here to do, exercise and play.

I'm not biased about this unless you could call fleeing from Florida as fast as possible after twenty five years of constant heat. Add overcrowding and neon and you have a first class recipe for bad living conditions. There's probably more Harleys in Colorado per capita than any other state. I'm not nearly as cavalier as I once was about sharing the highway with eighteen-wheelers, but riding up through the mountains is worth trailering your bike all the way from, well, Florida if necessary. I've lived here for about five years and I never tire of being in, not just somewhere near, the Rockies. I'm not knocking the ocean. I spent a lot of years on it. But there's something special about the mountains that you can't appreciate until you experience it.