A Boulder, Colorado Welcome

We began our day with the first snowfall of the season on the hills above us in Breckenridge and it was spectacular! After checking out of our home on September 5, we spent time walking around Breck, and I donated a copy of my book It Is What It Is to the local library as I do in towns we stay in. Then we stopped in Frisco because I was hoping to pick up a fall moments sweater (this fall moments attack was so intense I even wrote about it on my website), so we popped in at Rivers Clothing Company. We don’t often find such a great outdoor clothing store and this one was amazing - if you stop in say hi to Ashley. From Frisco we headed down a very steep mountain pass to our next Airbnb home in Boulder. On the way, we ran into a thunderous rainstorm towards Clear Creek Canyon before entering the town of Golden. Bright flashes of lightning bolts hit the ground vibrating the highway underneath our car, while a strong pungent smell of ozone filled the air. So you might say we had a rather grand entrance to the Boulder Valley.

Our Airbnb condo was located in the trendy NoBo district (that’s North Boulder for those not in the know). The view from the bedroom loft out to the craggy Flatirons was nice to wake up to each morning. We could even hit the ground running, or biking in Ds case, right from our patio to the series of trails in the foothills. It was a perfect location in a town full of people walking, running, or riding.

While we were in Boulder we checked out the Eldorado Springs area where our niece and nephew live. We did the Pearl one evening (as in the Pearl Street Mall - 4 blocks of pedestrian only shopping/dining. It was a nice area to grab a hoppy IPA, a great hamburger with home-cut fries to die for, have an evening stroll along Pearl, then top it all off with a stop in the local chocolate shop for a truffle bomb of flavor and the best toasted coconut ice-cream on earth! We even managed a day trip back to Golden – the home of Coors beer and generous 3 8-ounce samples! No wonder the lines getting in were so long. While we’re not Coors fans, one must stop and do what one must do! Besides, I remember back in the day when my Dad and Uncle Roy would drive to Idaho from Yakima just to load up the car with Coors because it wasn’t available in Washington at that time. And D and his bud Mike used to do the same thing back in the 70s driving from Western Washington. It may have even been one of the first beers my Dad handed me as a kid. What can I say, I’ve been drinking beer ever since – must be my German heritage. So with all that history, we could not bypass the largest single-site brewery in the world (as in - they do it all from hops and grains coming in the door to shipping the cans/bottles out the door).

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