I am undeniably a mountain girl. I do love the beach, but mountains speak to me. When I am in the mountains, I feel complete. I am assured I will never be sick of looking at mountains until the day I die. Their towering silhouettes reflecting against the cloudless mountain sky has to be one of the most beautiful things in the world.
I have a vivid memory of the first time I ever saw a real mountain. We were visiting my aunt, uncle & cousins in Dillon, Colorado. I was about 8 years old and we were driving up into the rockies from Denver. We came out of the Eisenhower Tunnel and my eyes were glued to the windows. My mouth was dropped open on the window sill and I was amazed. I remember thinking “This doesn’t make sense. Why are they so big? How is this possible? This is amazing”. My simple minded mentality of an 8 year still sticks with me when I see the mountains today. I now understand the physical geologic processes that go into creating mountains, but I am still awestruck by their beauty, sheer size and existence.
And Breckenridge is my mountain home base. I’ve been skiing this mountain for a few years now so I know my way around. I know my favorite views, my favorite chairlifts, my favorite runs — I have lots of a favorites!
Check out some recent photos of Breckenridge Resort and the 10 Mile Mountain Range with my photo essay: