My sister Susan and I decided to drive up to Breckenridge from Denver yesterday afternoon. It was sunny and 69 degrees in Denver, although a bit on the windy side, and so what could go wrong, right? It was a very pleasant drive all the way up to the Eisenhower Tunnel, but when we came out on the other side and headed down into Summit County and the Blue River Valley, the skies began to look ominous. When we got off the interstate at Frisco and headed toward Breckenridge, it began to snow fairly heavily. Susan suggested we turn around, but after driving for an hour and a half I had no intention of turning around just 7 miles from our destination. After all, the temperature was still above freezing, and so it was unlikely road conditions would deteriorate. Which is important, because here in Colorado, if you don't have snow tires or chains and you get stuck in the middle of the interstate and block traffic, the state police have the right to shoot you. Which is harsh, but delaying traffic is harsher still.
Once we got near Breckenridge, the snow stopped, and the sun came out. But due to a detour, it took a while to get to the downtown area, and by the time we did, the snow had returned. And surprise! Not a soul on the streets enjoying the mid-30-degree temperatures. Definitely not a good day to walk through the historic district or sit outside having a cold one on the patio, and so we headed back to Denver, where it was still 69 degrees and sunny. That's "Springtime in the Rockies" for you. Perhaps we'll head back to Breckenridge (aka Breck) in July. Perhaps.
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