Telluride, Colorado is a beautiful tiny little Victorian mining town in a box canyon with quaint shops and not one Walmart, McDonalds or, well, Goddamn American Conglomerate in sight. It's where Butch Cassidy robbed his first bank... oh and it's freaking expensive! Real estate and groceries are not for the faint walleted here (supposedly Oprah's got a place up here... nuff said). It also happens to offer up some of the loveliest skiing in America.
We spent a lovely Christmas holiday here, where it was cold, yet sunny - so not much snowfall on the slopes... According to the book "1000 Places to See Before You Die" the town's free Gondola up to Mountain Village, is one of the best freebies in The States.
We were spoiled enough to enjoy four days of skiing, stuffing our faces with yum Christmas food and playing Scrabble. One cannot complain at that can they? (Can ya see my mom & dad in the photo???)
In the end, I had to end my SouthWestern adventures by heading to the teeny tiny Telluride Airport (oogling all the tiny private jets while waiting to board) and flying off the cliff and into the sunset. And back to Dublin I went. *sigh*
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