Travel is, some would say, a passion for me.
And I know where it came from. When I was very young, my grandfather retired and from that point on, he and my grandmother traveled the world. They were gone--a lot--and when they weren't on a trip, they were planning the next one. I remember asking them, as soon as they got back from somewhere exotic, where they were going next. Grandpa always had an answer.
So I credit my wanderlust to Earl, and in his honor I want to inaugurate Travel Tuesday. On Tuesday I'll tell of a travel-related adventure I've had, or one that someone I know has had. Maybe it will ignite some wanderlust in you, too.
Today, since I forgot to do it when I got home, I'm going to post some pictures from our trip to Aspen. I had heard about Aspen in the fall, people would "oooh" and "ahhhh" when we told them we were going, but I had no idea how vibrant those Aspen trees could get! In fact, as we were flying into Aspen, coming over the mountains covered with an almost neon yellow, I said to my husband, "Hey, look at those fields of daffodils!" Boy, I hope nobody on the plane was listening.
Of course, I don't have pictures of those vibrant Aspen trees because on the one hike we took that was the MOST beautiful, I forgot to bring the camera. Will I never learn?
These are the hills of Snowmass, taken from the top of Aspen Mountain.
No thanks. I'll choose life.
Take note of that elevation. Amazing!