It’s in between seasons. The perfect time to be in Breckenridge CO. A ski town, with a summer push for mountain biking, paddling and hiking. Every morning I open my bedroom window shade to a snow tipped mountain range that fades to dirt. The aspens have already spilled their yellow blanket so the fall tourists are gone too. It’s just us…..occasionally we run into a local and once a family spending the weekend here from Denver. Our RV park is one of those over-priced touristy places with tennis, horseshoes, indoor pool, hot tub, ping pong, pool, etc. etc. etc. I normally hate places like this, but not mid-week late October. This week I love it, because it’s like having a resort to yourself. We have hiked several trails, biked several too…..one in which was way too hard and technical but we finished it. We have had to buy two canisters of oxygen to make it at this high altitude. We have toured a gold mine and went to an open demonstration of a glass artist. We have eaten too many carbs, but still lost weight. Our hose has frozen twice, three mornings dipped into the lower ‘teens in temperature. We have met a Newfoundland named Blizzard and a Sheepdog named Shaggy. We are in total bliss. Their are small towns all over America. We have RV’d in many of them. This one; like the many before, has a certain charm, a personality, a beauty about them that re-ignites my passion for travel, people watching, experience, challenges on a mountain bike, and the list could go on and on.