My fiancé and I live in Westminster, Colorado, which basically means we live in Denver. I commute 5 days a week to my job in Aurora. Anyone who knows Denver knows that means I have to take the dreaded 270 to work every day. That's 1.5-2.5 hours of drive time every day, unless it's snowing, raining, or there was an accident - then it's longer. Suuuuuck. Shawn also drives a crap ton. What all this driving means is that we don't like to battle the traffic to get out into the mountains on the weekend. Shawn, who has lived in Denver his whole life, has never been hiking. I'm not shitting you. This is a true city boy.
So - we decided to plan a trip to the mountains. We rented a picturesque, little cabin and this Sunday - Shawn, Fudge, and I all drove up to Leadville (the highest elevation city in the U.S.). On our way up to the cabin we stopped at a reservoir/valley that I named Shawn's Valley, but who's actual name is Clayton Gulch Reservoir. I like my name better.
Once we got to our cabin, we realized that the pictures used to advertise for it weren't exactly truthful. Little did we know that we were about 100 feet from the highway. There were also 3 other cabins right near ours. How very rustic… Regardless, it was beautiful scenery and the cabin itself was as comfortable as a cabin could get.
|Cold Cabin Pug|
The next day I awoke to possibly the most peaceful morning (see above two pics), read my book, and then made breakfast with my bubba man. Fueled up, we went for a hike around the difficult to locate and navigate Turquoise Lake. The lake was beautiful, and the weather was perfect.
|Rocky Mountain High - Colorado!|