Last Friday I met Ryan in Leadville, CO, elevation ~10,100 ft. Ryan said it was once home to 200,000 some people while lead was hot. It was adorable, surrounded by 14ers and as saloon western as I've ever seen. Not as small or cornered as Marshall but reminiscent. We ate a green chili tamale plate & bean burrito while we sat with the surrounding peaks turned purple on the patio of The Grill the first night. We camped near Turquoise Lake and in the morning I baked bannock by making the dough with yeast, wrapping it around a stick and holding it over the fire like a wiener. With nutella and a lightly toasted marshmallow it's a long john doppelganger.
Turquoise Lake
Photogenic sun bleached Aspen? lakeside.
Saturday night we woke to a pack of something-dog yelping and moving. We lit to the forester, bear spray in hand, and then heard nor saw nothing after that. The next afternoon we looked for paw prints up the mountain and found nothing.
Don't know what Ryan is saying, but at this point we are packed up and heading out on Monday afternoon. The night before in Avon we watched the best fireworks display I'd ever seen and didn't get a picture of, and spent $31 on street fair food, including a lamb gyro, 8" tall plate of homemade chips with the works, deep fried snickers and 2 giant blueberry and watermelon lemonades. Yum.
Last Friday I met Ryan in Leadville, CO, elevation ~10,100 ft. Ryan said it was once home to 200,000 some people while lead was hot. It was adorable, surrounded by 14ers and as saloon western as I've ever seen. Not as small or cornered as Marshall but reminiscent. We ate a green chili tamale plate & bean burrito while we sat with the surrounding peaks turned purple on the patio of The Grill the first night. We camped near Turquoise Lake and in the morning I baked bannock by making the dough with yeast, wrapping it around a stick and holding it over the fire like a wiener. With nutella and a lightly toasted marshmallow it's a long john doppelganger. 
Turquoise Lake
Photogenic sun bleached Aspen? lakeside.
Saturday night we woke to a pack of something-dog yelping and moving. We lit to the forester, bear spray in hand, and then heard nor saw nothing after that. The next afternoon we looked for paw prints up the mountain and found nothing. 
Don't know what Ryan is saying, but at this point we are packed up and heading out on Monday afternoon. The night before in Avon we watched the best fireworks display I'd ever seen and didn't get a picture of, and spent $31 on street fair food, including a lamb gyro, 8" tall plate of homemade chips with the works, deep fried snickers and 2 giant blueberry and watermelon lemonades. Yum. 