Sunday morning in Breckenridge was clear and warm. I woke up at 7am and had an hour and a half before breakfast at the inn was served, so I went for a walk around town. Breckenridge is a really cute touristy ski town.
There were 14 of us staying at the inn and we all crammed into a small dinning room around a huge table while the inn keeper's family served us breakfast. Most people were from CO or surrounding states and we all chatted and told stories from our trips. There was a couple from the area of Colorado that's on fire, but their house is okay.
After the breakfast party I got back on the road. It is so beautiful there it's unreal.
My car was struggling up some of the peaks and passes, but I made it to Denver, skis, gear, cat, and all.
I had time to kill so I went to a local park and read some magazines and enjoyed the shade. It was burning up in Denver. The cat was too afraid to leave his carrier, but I had the leash on just in case. While my plans were to explore the downtown area, I had to change them because there was a parade and too much chaos for my liking.
Finally the super shuttle took me to the airport and I was on my way to Pittsburgh.
The first few days in PA have been spent with family. It's wonderful to be home again.
It's so humid here, I'm somewhat miserable. Have I been that poisoned by California's perfect weather that I forgot what summers are like here? Anybody with AC or a pool, watch out. I'm coming to you..