Have you ever wanted to sell everything you own and just "take off?" Travel the country's back roads, paddle down a meandering stream, experience breath-taking mountain views, walk among 100-year old trees, and just marvel at America's beauty? That is the dream that my partner, Betsy, and I decided to make a reality. This blog describes our adventure. The food we eat, people we meet, sights we see, and the enjoyment we find in traveling.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Aspen, Colorado

Downtown Aspen
Aspen is one of those places we have heard so much about that we just had to go. There were no campgrounds in Aspen itself so we stayed about 10 miles up the road in a little town called Basalt. And if you read the last post, you know we started off on the wrong foot since we were in an awful campground. The nasty campground made us even more determined to get out and sight-see.

Aspen is a pretty ski town set at the base of mountains that just invite you to soar downhill. But, we are not in the least tempted to come back in the winter as neither of us like to ski or be cold. Strolling down the streets, we quickly realized that shopping was purely a spectator sport for us. The streets are lined with high end art galleries and famous named designer products like Prada and Gucci. Maybe we’ll be satisfied with an ice cream cone and some salt water taffy!

 A bronze statue of Friedl Pfeifer stands at the base of the mountain.  He was an Austrian National Ski Champion that was a founder of the Aspen Skiing Corporation and Aspen Ski School.

Can we take him home?
I want to look like him!
We took a quick drive through Snowmass Village on our way to Aspen. It was a quick drive because the place is dead in the summer. There was a grocery store and one café and that was about it. Wait for snowfall before you head to Snowmass.

Our most pleasant surprise was the town of Basalt. Less than a mile from the campground is the historic downtown that is cute, cute, cute. Nice little boutique shops, green space, casual outdoor cafes, and nice restaurants. The warm and welcoming town was sporting a colorful array of summer flowers and the streets were alive with people. The Fryingpan River runs through town and provides a great place to stroll (or let your dog cool off). We found ourselves coming back to town for various reasons, but mostly because we really enjoyed the town feel.

Downtown Basalt


We loved this barber shop 

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Brick Pony Pub was our stop for a cold draught beer.
This is a clear sign you are in a fishing town.  The Roaring Fork and Fryingpan Rivers are "Gold Medal" trout streams.   


  1. It's funny, but invariably the places I always hear about generally are not places I want to be if I go. It's rare that I go. I think the little town of Basalt would, like you, be more my speed.

    Thanks for the pictures. Glad you're enjoying such a great lifestyle.

  2. Just found your blog and love it. Thanks for sharing your experiences, recipes, and RV parks. We (Kay and Larry) have been full timers since 6/09 and are having a blast. Like you we sold or gave away everything and took to the road. So much to see and experience.

    We are currently in Wilton, CA (near Sacramento) where I had tendon surgery in July. We've got hitch-itch and hope to be on the road again in October.



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