Francie's Cabin Near Breckenridge
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... were going to continue our rv trip. An hour later we had it all worked out but we just had to buy all our gear and beat the impending snow storm, which we didn't. Barely made it. But did we have fun watching three feet of snow fall in three days. Simply amazing to our southern eyes. Today we trek on. Next stop a park outside of Gunnison, ...
... epic he has been lining up for years. We shared, critiqued and improved our work. It was brilliant.
We slept a night in Denver airport to save money, mingled with the homeless community while waiting for a place to stay, and wrote poetry for complete strangers which brightened them up to no end.
Our destination was Frisco: a town 2 hours west of Denver at the base of Arapahoe Basin and Keystone mountains. We spent 4 hours trying to hitchhike out there and was eventually ...
... br> We successfully explored Peaks 6, 7 and 10 today (having done peaks 8 and 9 yesterday). It was very, very windy at the top of the new Peak 6 so felt very cold. Reminded me of Turoa in NZ.
Obtained a decent cup of coffee at Peak 7 bar, by asking for a triple espresso with a dash of hot water. Heaven. The Horizon hut cafe at Peak 6 was a table of muesli bars and chippies and water or soft drink bottles. Toilets were long drops as obviously there was no running water. ...
Doug booked us for two nights at the Hotel Sebastian in
Vail, a swank place in the heart of Vail’s pedestrian zone that must be
astronomically expensive in ski season but he managed for around $100/night in
very off-season September. Valet parking was $20, which Doug thought nothing of
paying the first night – “Dude, take good care of it. Make sure there are no
scratches when you bring it ...
... before some real hiking. We took the night in Breckenridge fairly easy
in preparation for our more strenuous hikes in the days ahead, in contrast to
our usual boozy reunions. Doug was quite unimpressed with the Italian
restaurant he chose in Breckenridge, one not memorable enough for me to recall
the name, but he’s from the East Coast and a bit of an Italian food snob.