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Boreas Pass and the Rockies
The Rocky Mountains are truly an awesome experience. My brother, sister-in-law, and I drove into the mountains on Saturday. We were headed for Breckenridge, a mecca for outdoor recreational activities. It is beautiful little town nestled in the mountains with lots of interesting shops and restaurants (we went to Downstairs at Eric’s … fabulous pizza and a worthy selection of beers from across the globe).
The best part of our trip to Breckenridge was the trip itself. We found some pretty cool roads complete with lots of switchbacks and spectacular views. As we climbed in elevation, we encounted snow — lots of snow. We were planning to get to Breckenridge via the Boreas Pass which is at 11,481 feet (see topo map). The pass is located on the continental divide. The drive up was beautiful. Lots of aspens turning golden yellow … snow-topped pines … did I mention lots of snow? … and the mountains themselves. The road at some points is only wide enough for one vehicle … one side is mountain rock, the other side is a straight drop into the valley below. The snow was getting deeper and deeper as we drove. And then suddenly there was no more road. The tire tracks that we had been following just ended in a major snow drift that was impassable (see picture). It was a bummer, but that’s the nature of the mountains.
The drive though was totally worth it.
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Your post made my heart fill up. How I miss the mountains! My dad’s brother and his family live in Denver, so every other summer our whole family would cram into the car for a two-day drive and a two-week stay. I loved it so much I moved there as an adult — no job, no home, no money, just a dream and a determination. It was a beautiful three years. Every day was like a vacation — I’d explore something new. And I never grew immune to the beauty, like the natives — as I drove to work in the evening, I’d pull off the road to watch the sun set over the Front Range. Standing at the lake on Mount Evans, inhaling pine, feeling the crisp air, picking my way through the snow and looking off through the thin air to the whitecaps in the pale blue distance was as profoundly spiritual an experience as I’ve ever had — healing in mind, body and heart. I didn’t realize how much I missed that until I read your note.