Yesterday was a tad bit rainy and in the 50's. So, after lunch in Aspen, we decided to come back and make a fire, I made a pot of chili for dinner, and otherwise chill until we had a hankering to do something else. Driving past the Aspen airport to Snowmass, I sure was glad we weren't trying to fly in or out yesterday. If the visibility is not four miles or more, they cancel flights and since the runway is short, if you don't hit it right, you're toast. There's a plan in the works to extend it and I'm wondering what's taken them so long. They've got the room, so it must be the $$$$.
The fall color is almost at it's peak and the mountain side of Snowmass is ablaze in color. Yellow, gold, orange and some red, mixed in with the dark green evergreens and the blue spruces, is simply breath taking. We've found a back way to Aspen, up Owl Creek Road, and one whole side of a mountain is almost solid yellow. Down a little further and you can see where they've just finished haying, for fall. The meadows are all neat and smooth and freshly mowed in a circular pattern, that's almost restful to the eye. That's another reason I like Snowmass better--it's much more picturesque and open than Aspen. Aspen is OK, but I'm more of a Snowmass gal. Give me things w-i-d-e open and more natural and pastoral, so I can see for miles. In Aspen, everything is just all piled up on top of each other.
Plus, the real truth is, Aspen's just too damn foo foo for me. You can't tell me the ladies who live here are the ones buying in Prada, Ralph Lauren, Gorsutch, etc. Oh, hell no. They never get out of their workout gear. It's the East and West coast gals who are in there, during ski season and summer .....like they don't have these same stores at home? Hmmmm.
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