Aspen, CO - Autumn 2018
"My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane." - Robert Frost
Crisp cold air, a slight breeze chills my skin. It’s fall, and we’re in Colorado. More specifically, Aspen-Snowmass. Usually more famous for its world class ski and snowboarding slopes, but just as known for beautiful fall colors as the quaking aspens braces for the incoming wintery weather.
Aspen and Snowmass, nestled in a high alpine valley, surrounded by endless mountains, were drenched in various shades of yellow, red, and brown. It’s a short stay for us, but we tried making the most out of it by soaking in as much colors as we can.
We didn’t have any itinerary, so most of the time we simply drove around and try to find some aspen groves that we can stop to take pictures of. It’s a little late in the season, as many groves have completely lost its leaves, but there were still plenty to see and take in.
Driving up on Castle Creek Road, we ended up in Ashcroft Ghost Town, a long abandoned mining town from the turn of the last century.
But the main attraction of our trip, was to see the famed Maroon Bells. You’ve probably have seen its picture somewhere, as it is allegedly the most photographed spot in the United States. The roads are closed from 8AM to 5PM, and you can only enter using the locally managed buses, but you can drive in your own vehicle if you come in really early.
And just a few hundred of feet in from the parking lot, Maroon Bells were clearly visible with its famed reflection lake. Water level was a little low, but it didn’t stop the throngs of visitors and photographers that lined the fenced trail. But find yourself a spot, and you can still enjoy the nearly perfect landscape scenery.
We had along drive back to Denver, but with some time in our hand we chose the longer scenic route through Independence Pass. There were also plenty of pretty scenery along the way, but its peak definitely takes the crown.
In the middle of an Alpine tundra, with no trees in sight, you can take a stroll on a paved trail twelve-thousand feet high, on the Continental Divide. And the view is just simply stunning.
Until next time, Colorado.