In my mind, the town of Aspen would be a celebrity filled haven of glitz and glamour and maybe some snow. We found none of this. For us Aspen lacked Vail's charm, but the drive there was exceptional-tight roads, fall colors, steep mountains and steep drop offs. For these reasons Aspen was only worth driving through, but what a drive.
We did stop in the town of Cripple Creek which was wrapping up an antique car show. This meant lots of people shuffling around the small town but also meant that all the free fudge samples had been pounced on by punctual vultures. My only complaint with the town (actually her second-she was pissed about the fudge) was its name and that the pitiful name (which it seems she took a little too literally) was emblazoned on every item in every store that lined Main Street. Like I'm going to send someone a cripple creek cane.
I was disappointed as the town was nothing like The Band's song of the same name.
The neighboring town of Victor also held disappointment. I want ghosts in my ghost town not mere dilapidation, and though it was small there were no ghosts. No ghosts but plenty of police. Maybe they were keeping the spooky spirits in line.
Our final stop was Colorado Springs which was an entirely different experience. The town was huge and offers more Walmarts and Goodwills than is reasonable and therefore was like a mecca(that is so, so sad). Actually the overabundance proved useful. When one Walmart said no Overnight parking we just continued on until we found one that would host us. When one Goodwill had shoes we bought them. And when the next one had some we bought those too. More precisely Isaiah bought those. All three pairs.
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