Each morning (well, two out of three counts, right?) I would go running, however, Breckenridge is at about 9,000 ft and the altitude was so noticeable. The hotel I was staying at was somewhat up a hill (you could go farther up, but if you went down, that was toward the main town). So, I would run down to the main town area, which, at 6:00am was so still and peaceful - it was awesome (especially since I was rockin' to my ipod tunes) and then I would turn around to go back and have to sloooowly run...then walk...back to the hotel. How embarrassing - I don't feel like I am that out of shape, but that altitude totally kicked my butt.
Here are some pictures of the mountains behind the hotel and the rivers that run through town. I am definitely going to try and convince some people at work to let me go back again next year :)
2 comments:
Ooh, I love "the Breck" as my hubby so fondly calls it! We went there a few times when we lived in Cheyenne & spent one great 4th of July weekend there. I miss the cool nights...glad you had fun, beautiful pictures!!!
Very pretty! :)
I *think* Breckenridge is where Robin's parents are these days!
~Jenny :)
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