For our annual girl trip, this year Kami and Carolyn and I opted for something a little close by, a lot relaxed, and INFINITELY cooler than The Oven (also infinitely cooler than last year's trip, thank goodness) - to Colorado we go! Specifically to Beaver Creek, where you're not exactly roughing it. I mean that quite literally, since that's the slogan for their ad campaign. We really did leave everyday life behind when we went through that magical gate. But before we got there, we spent a little time at Wynkoop Brewing Company in Denver (source of the beer sampler above - I really loved the chile beer...imagine that!) and made the drive through some rather cool and picturesque scenery to get to our mountain escape.
|I see mountains!!|
|Really, REALLY glad we never needed to make use of the runaway truck ramps - YIPES.|
|Just look at all of those adorable tiny beers! I was actually very pleasantly surprised by the vanilla porter - dessert beer, yum.|
...wine and cheese hour in the living room. There's really no better way to start the night. We barely managed to rouse ourselves from the really comfortable couches, but we pulled it together for a late dinner at Vin 48 (it was outside the prestigious gates of Beaver Creek!! but the food was really delicious) - boots and all. We embraced the slight chill in the air and went all out with sleeves and cardigans and boots. Coming from The Oven, it was a truly wonderful sartorial experience. Day 1 in the books. And yes, I realize that in the five pictures above, two feature landscapes and three feature alcohol. We have our priorities right. Pictures of actual people to come, promise.
The next morning we made the hike into Beaver Creek proper/the village/land of really expensive stores and hotels and restaurants and promptly made a new friend while grabbing lunch. Meet Lexi. Carolyn almost stole her.
After carbing up, we decided to tackle some hiking - after consulting a very large, very informative map, of course.
And into the woods we go!!
- if you're on a paved path...or a freakin' ROAD...it's not hiking
- if you encounter your dream home along the way, possibly inhabited by a delightful young man named Hans...it's not hiking
- aspen trees are really lovely - you might even refer to them as nature's Q-tips (so skinny and so fluffy at the top!)
- if there are signs telling you how to avoid bears - then it's probably really hiking, at which point my ability to actually hike will fade considerably
We made it back safely, no bear attacks, and made our way back home...DOWNHILL!!...with short stops along the way to investigate the most enormous dandelions ever and some really beautiful views.
Chill afternoon at home, and then we again donned boots, cardigans, and sleeves (yay!!) for a drink on the gorgeous patio at the Park Hyatt and fancy dinner at Grouse Mountain Grill. Great night. Day 2 in the books.
Don't worry, that bat story is still coming. I'm saving it for you. You can check out the full photo spread here, though, and just know that the bat lurks within.