.. they are welcome in Aspen.
As are ultra well bred designer dogs, color coded bicycles and fancy cars.
Escalades abounded. Some Ferraris, Alfa Romeos, etal, were sighted occasionally.
And of course, private planes gathered on the small airport near by.
The eyes of Aspen(s)...:-)!
Mutts are frowned upon. And what's a Target? JC Penneys? Sears?
I never saw so many unusual dogs, which seemingly never needed to pee or poop, unless of course, a maid ventures out to clean it all up in the early morning.
The whole time we were there we never saw any dog deposits on the hallowed cobblestones. Which as an amusing factoid came from St. Louis, MO where they were discards. And the streets of Aspen were, so we were told, not paved until the mid - or was it late - fifties.
|This proper matron would not have been amused.|
Austrian Dancing Girls (lol).
Of course later came the Austrian Skiers.
Plus the 10th Mountain Division trained for WWII alpine warfare there (photo right).
Many of those who survived came back to ski AND live in Aspen.
And of course, no self respecting skiing village would be complete without an Austrian Chef or two?
We lucked onto one from Hartsberg in the Steiermark, who specialised in Vegan. A very tasty vegan it was, too. Accompanied by a marvelously dry and 'spritzig' Gruener Veltliner to toast our 44th Anniversary.
After a heart pounding jeep ride up rutted and steep (alas, also very dusty-little rain there recently) narrow paths to over 11,000 to marvel at the panorama of still partially snow covered (in spots-photo below) mountain range after mountain range to the West and the rounder and more tree covered ones -photo right (here one complete with a typical path where avalanches like cascading down.. few trees grow in avalanche paths) of the other side of the Continental divide.
Breathtaking views, literally, as we braced against strong periodic howling wind gusts.
Real 'Sound of Music' moments, those.
He (left) climbed the mountain,
I tried to provide the sound. Fortunately for the jeep driver, the wind snatched the words from me, else she might have driven off without us ;-)!
Tiny Alpine flowers clung desperately to the soil as not to swept off the crest by those winds.
Trees bent into strange shapes by them.
And Aspens (by root growth) springing up everywhere, only to give way to firs
which in turn give way higher up to an Alpine tundra.
|Grand Hyatt-Aspen Residence Club|
Current Aspenites include Arab Sheiks with - at least 55 rooms mansions - how those were permitted to be built? Baksheesh, it is assumed, overcomes all rules (so we were told).
Hollywood heart throbs such as Griffith and Bandera, famed writers and other media darlings. But let me just say this, Aspenites seem to be oblivious to them.
Guess, there are so many of them, it no longer is exciting.
At a rough count I'd say 80% of all bicyclists pumping up to the Maroon Bells (photo left) and Ashcoft Heights were female.
Course it made me stand out like the proverbial sore thumb having no uebertoned body, was not clad in designer rags, and never having ridden a bicycle. And sad to report, was never accompanied by a pure bred designer dog.
Cats were not seen at all - even lurking in windows. Why?
Not fancy enough for show off? Maybe.
Otherwise the visit was breathtaking (see some unedited photos below) and not only because of the high altitude. One set out from the Mile High city of Denver (5200) via several passes in 10,000ft or so height, through tunnels crossed the Continental Divide.
|Big Horn sheep|
|Railroad Station Glenwood Springs|
|Mine Slag heep|
|Rafting in Glenwood Canyon|
|Craggy red Outcroping|
|A divided Mountain face between white/gray and red below|
Where geologists exult, I'm sure!
|Museum at Idaho springs|
Copper, gold, coal and lead were and perhaps are mined, not too far.
And as we found out at the small but informative
Idaho Springs Mining Museum, even Molybdenum and, even,
Uranium are still mined in Colorado.
Rugged hut with mine entrance on the hill above and multiple snow mobiles (under cover). The saying goes the more snowmobiles the richer a person living there! Pic at left.
Not sure if this adapted SUV counts? (at right)
Glenwood Springs (is more relaxed - not so many designer rags visible.. more Coldwater Creek and Talbot type rags) and boasts of a Railroad Station with daily arrival of a train from and to Denver- a spectacular ride through the rocks and canyons....Plus real natural hot springs and vapor baths.
cold Georgetown Lake (photo right) and tried to spy Big Horn sheep indigent to that area, but.. they too, were smart enough to shelter from the unrelenting hot sun and, so, were invisible to us.
|Rock above Golden|
we tried to refresh ourselves with a tour and tasting at Coors-Miller Brewery in Golden.
But gulp, the line of thirsty visitors stretched around 3 corners. To waiting in the bright sun that very unusual HOT afternoon did not appeal, so we skipped it and went on to the Denver, where a youth soccer convention must have taken place or will take place. We saw, and heard ;-), boys from Minnesota! And boys from Alaska! frolicking (too loudly for us oldies) in the hotel pool - 35 or 40 (hard to count wet heads) of them - so guess what.. no freshen up in pool for us. Instead went and watched Kings Vs Devils on the big screen while having dinner.