Colorado, One Year Later.

**NOTE**:  This post is mostly not about knitting.  There’s a fiber-y mention further down, but this is basically a reflection.  There is more to me than yarn.  I think.

Last year at this time, when I wasn’t blogging, my husband and I were getting ready for a whirlwind weekend trip to Beaver Creek, CO, to attend a wedding. There was a lot of planning, shopping (new dress, shoes, jewelry… you know the drill), schedule arranging, cleaning (my mom was coming into town to stay with my daughter, after all)… all for a 3-day jaunt.  There was also some Googling for a Beaver Creek LYS… but more about that later.

We flew out of Harrisburg and landed in Newark, NJ to apparently pick up the rest of the wedding guests, including my brother, SIL, and niece, who we’d be traveling the rest of the way with.  We then flew straight to Denver, where upon landing and riding a shuttle to the rental car, I surveyed the distant Rockies and proclaimed, “They’re not as big as I thought they’d be.

Those words would haunt me in less than an hour when the 5 of us were riding through Denver in our rented SUV, local radio station(s) blaring, toward said Rockies… sadly, I don’t have any pictures of our treacherous yet outrageously scenic ride.  But for those of you who think that CO’s only interesting in the winter, I’d highly recommend seeing it in the fall when the aspen trees burn golden against the rocks and sky.

We arrived at the resort in time to catch the wedding party heading out for the rehearsal dinner hoedown (really.  They had a hoedown).  My husband and I, however, decided to forego those festivities to celebrate our 8-year anniversary at Vin 48.  We ate in front of their floor-to-ceiling sliding doors and were treated to a magnificent view of the mountains.  I suppose this is obvious at this point of the story, but having never been to CO, all of this grandeur was overwhelming, and exciting, and breathtaking… and cold. Because unlike Harrisburg in early October, Beaver Creek was really, really chilly.  We were a tad unprepared.

The next morning was filled with different activities for whoever wanted to participate:  hiking, spa treatments, bike rides, etc.  My brother and SIL took off to do these things while my husband and I spent some quality time with our niece.  That afternoon, my SIL and I decided to go exploring.  Yarn exploring.

According to Google, there was an LYS not too far from where we were staying.  The Yarn Studio in Minturn was only a couple of exits away on Rt. 70… so off we went.  This shop was a wonderful find – there was a beautiful selection of yarn in every nook, corner, and cubby.  The owner was super friendly and loved learning that we were from the East coast, and especially that my SIL owns her own yarn shop.  Because this trip was seriously straining my very limited budget, I sadly left the store empty-handed.  But believe me, that took a great deal of discipline.

The wedding was amazing – an absolute celebration of everything that love can, and should, be.  We partied well into the night, and felt it the next morning when we left early to start the 2 hour trip back to Denver.  My brother, etc. were heading out to CA to visit sone of my SIL’s family, while my husband and I headed back to Harrisburg.  Truly an amazing trip.  And one year later, I fondly reflect on the Rockies, the aspens, Little Lion Man, Vin 48, The Westin Riverfront Resort and Spa, and The Yarn Studio.

And the bride and groom.  Happy (early) Anniversary, Jaimie and David.

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