Mayor’s Note: I’ve had so many questions from social media followers about our yurt stay that I’m very thorough in this post so that those of you who are considering a yurt stay will know exactly what to expect. Being thorough means that this post is much, much longer than usual, but I decided against breaking it up. I’d never given yurts a second thought until Snowmass Mammoth Festival last
Estes Park, Colorado has long been touted as a great place for families – and it is, but it’s also a great place for couples looking for a romantic escape or just a fun, adult-oriented weekend. Ryan and I first visited Estes Park in the late 1990s, a year before we moved to Colorado. We spent a romantic, wintry weekend soaking in our lodge’s hot tub while snowflakes fell gently
As I was thinking about my Thanksgiving post, I realized that I had some sparks of insight during this past year that made me grateful for some of the amazing things about Colorado that I’d been taking for granted. And I thought that this was the perfect time to come clean and reveal some of those things that hadn’t properly excited me until this year. Rocky Mountain National Park I
Everyone knows Steamboat Springs, Colorado is a great place to ski, in fact, it is world class. I’ve gotten to know Steamboat fairly well over the years, as we have good friends who live in town. I’ve had the pleasure of eating at many of the Boat’s restaurants, soaking in the hot springs and attending an assortment of festivals. Here is my two-part guide to some of my favorite things
Until this past July, Pagosa Springs was just a town I’d driven through on my way to other places, and I’m not the only one. Lots of people drive right through this tiny town without realizing the unique experiences they are passing up. We were in town to attend the Pagosa Springs Renaissance & Pirate Festival, but to fill in the rest of the trip we soaked and soaked and
An embarrassing truth is going to be revealed in this post – I’m a novice downhill skier, and by novice I mean that I’ve been downhill skiing twice in my life. At my first lesson, I was stuck with a bunch of daring teenagers who begged the instructor to take them straight to the big hill and I trailed along in mortal fear. By the end of that lesson I
