Pray for Paris
Who knew that when I woke up yesterday morning and created this print, that by end of the day it would be so fitting to the world events going on.
Keep Paris and everyone touched by this horrific tragedy in your thoughts and prayers. The world can be such a cold place. We will always need each other.
My routine has changed. My once typical morning of coffee, working out and writing has recently morphed into a whirlwind of chaos and fly by the seat of your pants activities, chores and running around chasing a tail. Literally, because I’ve got a new Puppy!!
Duncan, my lovable new sidekick, has permanently joined our family and there’s suddenly not a single shred of “routine or calm” in my day-to-day life. And, I could not be happier or more in love with this adorable, blonde, big brown-eyed Puggle weighing in at eleven lbs and standing one foot tall. Who doesn’t love a puppy?
I simply can’t.get.enough of him! My cup runneth over!! My heart is about to burst!! Hooray!!! I’m in puppy love!!!
Ohh, the big decision to adopt him was not something I arrived at lightly. It’s something I’d been thinking about for a long time. Something that my boys had been pleading for, well, for as long as I can remember. Clark? – well, his mantra for the past few years since I really started getting serious about getting a dog has been….. “Have you lost your ever-lovin’ mind? NO, Absolutely not…we are not getting a dog!”
So I did what any red-blooded American, empty nester female would do. I went out all by myself, searched high and low and not only found Duncan, but brought him home. “Ohh honey, I’m home!!…..Surpriseeee!!
I knew that the moment my Hubs saw the little guy skittishly romping and skidding across the kitchen floor towards him, that it would be love at first sight. He’d agree that I was right all along about adding this new little bundle of joy to our family. Annnnnd, it didn’t take Clark long to lose his heart forever to this perfect example of Man’s Best Friend. It didn’t take long for this tiny, mischievous, energetic pup and my hubs to become best buds.
Is it ironic that my decision to take the plunge and adopt this feisty, fireball of fur coincided with my boys arriving at young adulthood and living basically on their own and out of the house?? (*ehem*…I use the phrase ‘out of the house’ lightly) Nah, my friends and family all assure me that it is just my way of reacting to my mid-life crisis. But *I* say… there’s simply no time like the present!!
So, in the past month or so my routine has not only done a total 360, but my world has been opened up to life with a puppy. I’ve been diligently working to train and groom this sweet little canine into a well-disciplined member of the family. Some days are simple. Others, a great challenge.
Here are a few bridges we’ve crossed and things I’ve learned since his arrival into his new home and his permanent place into our family and our hearts…
What you learn when you live life with a puppy
Puppies care about your health!! They’ll go out of their way to get you up and outside with them. Often! The backdoor in now their personal scratching pad when they decide it’s time for you to get out and play with them. If that does not get your attention, their high-pitched squeak/bark will get your attention. Arrffff Arrrffff..
Ok, that being said – The trials and tribulations of training a young puppy will never measure up to the love you’ll have for your dog, or the love he brings you. You’ll never have a better or more loyal friend than this amazing, wonderful creature. They eagerly greet you, tail wagging and rump squirming, when you walk through the door at the end of a hard day. They’re ALWAYS happy to see you. Their affection towards you is the definition of unconditional love. They are the only thing on earth than loves you more than they love themself. He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
“The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog.”
Reading this article this morning, originally printed in Deadstate.org, made me think of how wonderful it would be for those of us who have a love for all things photographic, to have the freedom and courage to simply walk up to any subject head on and do what we love to do most – Interact, fully engaged, with the group of people or person that drew our creative attention in their direction in the first place. Face to face. Not from around a corner or hidden behind a tree. Not from a safe spot, hidden in the middle of some shrubbery. Not from the subject’s backside (good grief, how boring!!) And, most definitely not while pretending to take a picture of something over the subjects shoulder. I mean, c’mon people! – I think everyone is on to that tactic.
I’ve gone through several steps of uncomfortable growth to get to the point I am now in my (very) amateur photography hobby. I’m still not completely where I want to be in learning to just *go for the shot.* I tend to end up feeling squeamishly uncomfortable and as tho I’ve somehow invaded someone’s invisible bubble of privacy. But I’m getting there. One day I hope to feel comfortable enough to walk up to anyone, anywhere and take the shot. I just might end up with some amazing captures like these!
“What attracted me to Robin Williams and his fellow mime, Todd Oppenheimer, was an unusual amount of intensity, personality and physical fluidity. When I approached them with my Pentax Spotmatic they allowed me to invite them into my camera instead of me having to chase after them.”
It’s hard to know if these amazing shots of a young Robin Williams were captured because the photographer was confidant enough to simply walk up to his subject and shoot the picture or if it was simply a matter of Robin’s big personality, generosity and love of attention. But, I do know, that you have to step out from behind the bushes.
Over the weekend I discovered a fun little fact. There is a restaurant in London named Bob Bob Ricard. It sits in a great part of the city. It’s beautifully decorated in decadent golden and red booths and dim lighting. It’s private and elegant and quiet. But the best part of all? It has a “Push for Champagne” button at every single table. Brilliant! *Oh, pip pip cheerio and all that sort of rot.* Our English neighbors are so posh and proper. And, Brilliant!! What a great spot for a girl’s getaway. Or, a bubbly rendezvous with the Hubs. This fabulous restaurant has made its way to my bucket list.
I Love Champagne! It’s so, so…oh, I don’t know..so, Rita Hayworth. Or, Lauren Bacall. It’s so old, glam, Hollywood. If I’m sitting at a table in a posh restaurant and suddenly find myself parched and in need of some bubbly, what better way to get it than to quietly slide my manicured hand across the tabletop and discreetly push a button. Wallah! A properly dressed waiter quietly slips over to the table and my glass is discreetly refilled. Happiness in a flute!
Champagne. It represents universal celebration of life. The sports world pours it over each others heads to celebrate championships. Hollywood glam queens love to be seen sipping it. Girlfriends celebrate sisterhood and friendship with it. You can pour a splash of orange juice into it and it quickly becomes a favorite breakfast beverage. You can hold it up in a toast to newlywed couples and new-born babies alike. You can toss a strawberry into it and suddenly it becomes a swanky, la-di-da cocktail.
Champagne. It’s universally Joyful. Every time you pop the cork on a bottle of bubbly, it’s a celebration. Of Life and love and the sharing of each others joy and accomplishments.
When was the last time you indulged? It can be the perfect start to any week. Just sayin’…..
There are two things you can count on as a New Year rolls around. Resolutions will be made. Resolutions will be broken. As humans, we tend to set time lines and dead lines and unrealistic goals for ourselves. It’s human nature to set the bar super-humanly high, go in swinging and end up with deflated outcomes within weeks. Or in some cases, within days or even hours. Let’s face it, you can’t go from being a couch potato to being an instant gym rat. Start slow people!
Perhaps it’s more realistic to craft your goals so that they fit into your lifestyle rather than trying to change your lifestyle by going resolution-crazy. Oh resolutions can be accomplished, but baby steps people, baby steps!
This year, I’m starting sloowwwwww. Over the weekend, my besties and I decided to start an ongoing mass txt thread with the intent of lifting each other up with positive little messages filled with enthusiasm and motivational comments to each other!! Hurray for group support!! The encouragement started coming Sunday night already!!
Oh geeeze, I was feeling pressure already. Two of my besties had actually made an attempt to start off on a good foot. Me? Nothing yet. I could hardly post a txt about how I was looking forward to sitting in front of the boob tube for the much anticipated return of “The Good Wife” and “Revenge.” I had to think of something quick. Aha! I would send a positive txt about what I was going to do tomorrow!! Remembering that I was going to start slow, I decided to start off with hydration. I liked drinking fluids!!! This would be a no brainer! I could even drink the water in front of my tv shows. Win/WIn!
I felt good! I felt empowered and motivated! Not only was I going to treat my body as a temple while hydrating it, my skin would also look better. My hair might even get shiny! New year, new me! Hurray!
And so it went. The motivational txt’s were working already! Reading just the first round wasssss motivational. So motivational in fact, that I decided on Monday morning to dig out my athletic clothes, dust off my sneakers and hit the gym.
Monday morning rolled around and I felt like Wonder-woman…..
She was inspiring me, too!!! I could not wait to hit the gym! I could not wait to get back on that elliptical and burn off the Holiday pounds+ that I had allotted myself to gain.
I walked into the gym, head held high, smug confident grin on my face and made a beeline straight for the machine I had used endlessly before the holidays rolled around and I decided to take an extended hiatus. I climbed onto the elliptical. It felt like getting back up on a bicycle. I looked down at the dials in front of me automatically set them at the same level that I was used to setting them at 3 months ago. I put my earbuds in, tuned my device to the corresponding station of the tv in front of me which was airing Kelly and Michael, hit the start button and off I went!! Hurray! I felt like Lance Armstrong!! I had my rhythm going. I had good timing. I was laughing at the monologue jokes that I was hearing through my earbuds. That Kelly was a funny girl!!
My heartbeat started to rise slowly and I could feel the beginnings of sweat start to form on my forehead. No problem! I had a towel draped over the handle bars of my machine. *dab dab dab.* I looked back up at the tv, my breathing started to get a bit deeper. More sweat. *dab dab* I looked around and noticed nobody else was sweating. Well, obviously I was working harder and longer than they were. I looked down at the clock on the bike. Geeeze! I was only 4 minutes into it. How could that be? It felt like at least 15 minutes. I decided to toss the towel over the clock. Who needed to see those debbie downer numbers staring you in the face. Who needed the guilt and sense of defeat? Not me!! I was motivated!! I was thinking positive thoughts only!!
More sweat. *dab dab* Good Grief, I was starting to think that maybe I did not do myself any favors by treating myself to a holiday hiatus. I was huffing and puffing. Sweat was starting to seep through my workout gear. My towel was starting to feel soggy. In the course of 25 minutes I went from feeling like Wonder woman, to this…..
So, I psyched myself up as best I could, finished my workout and could not get out of there fast enough. I was exhausted. And sweaty. And thirsty. I needed to hydrate.
On the way home, I was driving in one of those halfway trances you get into when driving along great spanses of desolate highways. I was trying not to think about how thirsty I was. What had I just put my body through?? Even tho it was a sub-zero January day, I was driving with the car heat off and my jacket open. I was boiling. The sweat was still dripping down my neck. My hair was matted to my scalp. You could see the sweat mark around the neck of my fancy athletic shirt. I was hoping I would make it home without seeing anyone I knew.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a car riding parallel to me. How annoying! Well, I would ignore it and it would soon pass me up. A few minutes passed. Nope. Still there. I chanced a peek and saw some weirdo in a huge, creepy, suspicious looking van. He was looking at me. His eyebrows were raised freakishly high, as tho he was trying to tell me something through his eyeballs. He kept pointing to me and smiling. Geeeze! Could he not that I was dripping in sweat and on my way home from a vigorous, successful, healthy workout. I was thirsty and crabby. I was in no mood for socializing. What nerve.
I decided to speed up. Then he sped up. So I decided to slow down. And, he slowed down. I chanced another peek at him to try to figure out what his creepy story was. And, I was sneaky about it. I moved my eyes as far as I could to the right while keeping my head pointing straight ahead towards the road. *ouch, eye strain* Yep, he was still sidling me. And now, his window was part way down. What in the world?!?!?! I had a stalker! What a freak! I slowed wayyyy down so he could get several cars ahead of me. Finally, I saw his blinker go on and at the next traffic light, which thankfully was green, he turned right and off he went. He was gone! Thank God! He was out of sight and out of my comfort zone and world. Good Ridance!
As I pulled into my driveway, I started to think about the entire bizarre morning. The gym workout. The van freak. I think Van-Man was hitting on me. He was! He was hitting on me and I was not even in my best form! Or, maybe I was. Perhaps I was not giving myself enough credit. Maybe I looked athletic…and young….and healthy already! One 1/2 hour session on the elliptical and I was already turning heads! I wasssss wonder-woman!!
And, just like that I was motivated again and ready for the next day at the gym! The man in the van had actually motivated me!! It did not really matter where my motivation came from, It just mattered that I stayed motivated!! Hurray for living a healthy lifestyle!! Hurray for New Year Resolutions!! I walked in the house and pulled out my phone and sent a txt to my besties.
Me: One half hour/ 3 miles on the elliptical. Felt good to be back at the gym. I think I’m going to start a gratitude journal. Maybe use the journal that my sweet daughter-in-law gave me for Christmas to use at my desk for writing. I think that it would make a perfect gratitude journal. I’m so glad that we are doing this all together. I’m going to start off really slow and make realistic goals for myself. Good luck this week girls! Love you two! Have a great week……!
I had my recurring dream last night.
I’ve been having the same one for years. I’m back in school again. Sometimes it’s high school. Sometimes it college. It’s always in some bizarre setting and never with the same group of people. Sometimes it’s with current friends and acquaintances. Other times I’m with people from my past. Sometimes it’s with old co-workers or neighbors or friends from church. The only common thread running through the dream is that I am back at school again. That thought in itself is a nightmare.
The actual building I am in is always very big and it never looks familiar to me. (Perhaps because I’m no spring chicken anymore and bordering on senile – which I totally blame on raising three *enthusiastic* boys.) I’m ALWAYS lost in the facility and looking for my locker. As I wander the long, winding halls – which never seem to make any architectural sense – I am concentrating on trying to remember the combination to my locker. I never can remember it. (Again, that senility issue.) I also can never remember the last time I was in class or where the classrooms are. And, usually it takes place towards the end of the school year and everyone is going to graduate except for me. I will be left behind in school for one more year – not knowing anyone who will be held back with me ~ worrying about who I will be living with.
Then I wake up – relieved that I am, in fact, out of school and have been for years. A big, big relief
I have wondered often why this is the dream that visits me so regularly. As if it is a beloved movie or television series that is replayed over and over again on the big 64′ Samsung Flat-Screen TV in my mind.
After finally becoming curious enough, I started to dig around for answers and what I found was not anything unsettling or mysterious. It was nothing that pointed to deep underlying issues in my life that were trying to surface through my subconsciousness at nighttime when I slept. What I found was the total opposite. Recurring dreams are common amongst us. So common in fact, that we all seem to be having the same ones. Over and over again.
Now, I have always tended to chalk these dreams up to hectic periods in my life. Like for instance, the Holidays. Let’s face it, not many of us have a Normal Rockwell experience. Is it a coincidence that I had my *school* dream last night in the midst of Black Friday & Cyber Monday Mayhem? (Oh the pressure!)! After weeks of preparing for Thanksgiving and trying to stage the perfect holiday gathering, I go to sleep at night with my wheels in full gear and when my body finally falls into slumber from the pure the exhaustion of the day, the wheels just keep on spinning. Yep, no surprise there that my dream would invade my thoughts on that night!
OK, so that is my spin on dreams, but here are the “experts” spin. (I use the term ‘experts’ loosely)
10. Trapped – You might have this dream when you are having conflict in deciding how to react in a situation in real life. Or when you are feeling 
the pressure of mountains of debt in your life. This dream usually means that you are trapped in real life – unable to make the right choice.
9. Public Exposure – The meaning of this dream could be that you are feeling exposed, awkward, or vulnerable, or you are afraid that you have 
revealed too much of yourself (such as a secret or a very personal feeling) in a real life situation. You are in a state of undress, partial undress, or inappropriate dress (for example wearing pajamas to work). This is often accompanied by feelings of embarrassment and shame, but occasionally with the feeling of pride or freedom.
I imagine this would be a dream that someone working from home in their jammies all day (possibly eating Edy’s Ice cream in the process) would experience. No shame in that!
8. Wet Dreams – This could mean an emotional burden, professional or relationship worries, amongst others. The dream tends to cause panic (as 
drowning would but it clearly demonstrates, especially when it becomes a reoccurrence, that there is an important issue in the dreamer’s waking life that is not being dealt with that threatens to overwhelm them.
Nope, not the good kind of wet dreams. Bummer.
7. I Can Fly!! – Being able to fly is a common theme in recurring dreams. It is generally positive imagery and the dream of being able to fly usually 
points to creativity, widening your horizons, and overcoming the odds.
OK, so flying in dreams is good just as flying in real life is good, which to me denotes heading on vacation. Chalk one up for the flying dreams!
6. Going Nowhere or moving in slow motion – Moving in slow motion, trapped in quicksand, or being otherwise unable to move can clearly signify a 
rut that has developed in the dreamer’s life, regardless of whether it’s personal, professional, or their long term goals. This can show that the dreamer is facing difficult obstacles and restrictions and basically getting nowhere.
If you have this dream and you’re not part of the OK-Go Treadmill Music Video then this dream interpretation probably applies to you.
5. How’s your dental plan? – This dream possibly signifies the underlying feeling of decay and fear of losing control of a situation in yo
ur life.
I always thought it was my minds way of telling me to cut back on sweets and goodies. Or possibly, it may be a subtle reminder to make that dentist appointment I’ve been putting off. *shrug*
4. Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the washroom – To dream that you are in search of washroom or in a public restroom with no stalls, signifies 
your frustrations about getting enough privacy.” Apprently, paretns of toddlers tend to have this one a lot. Not only do they never get to ‘go’ by themselves in public washrooms any more – my kids often provides a play-by-play commentary on my private activities to the rest of the lucky people in the room!
OK, I’ve never had this one. I pride myself in the fact that I know where every single washroom in the city is. I also pride myself in the fact that I know where the nice ones are – you know, like in the posh lounges and bars of the swanky hotels. Stick with me! I know ’em all!
3. Where’s my Locker? Where’s my classroom? What?! ~ there’s a test today? – If you can’t get your locker open, can’t find your classroom or your 
house; or, you’re late for something (a test, a train, a meeting) then you find yourself in this category (and in good company – this is a very common type of dream). School, career, even a new home – these settings all represent change. If you feel unprepared for changes coming to your waking life, then prepare yourself for dreams furnished with impenetrable school lockers, locked doors, and labyrinthine buildings.
DING DING DING!!! This is my beloved recurring dream!!! Unorganized? Me? Absolutely! Im often scattered and a fly by the seat of my pants kid of gal. Ask my friends!! They’ll confirm this for you. However, on the flip side, these are all signs of creativity as well. Hence – my Blog 🙂
2. Geranimo!!!!! – Falling dreams are a sign that you are out of control. The represent a feeling of fear of abandonment, especially feeling 
abandoned by a ‘caretaker’ such as a partner, employer.
Thanks GOODNESS I don’t have this one. I do not like that feeling of falling, not to mention the challenge it would be for anyone to be my caregiver. I tend to be bossy. Although I call it “taking charge.”
1. The Big Chase – This one could possibly mean that you are trying to get away from something; “you are running away from or trying to hide from 
something you need to face.” It could be “a feeling you are avoiding, a conflict you don’t want to handle or a difficult memory you would rather forget.
I probably would have had this one when my kids were little but I just could not find a good hiding from them during the day. They ALWAYS knew where I was.
This past week as I was bombarded with ice bucket video clips on Facebook, I thought to myself…..I need to blog about this!! I want to do my part to bring awareness to this terrible disease. I thought about all the different spins I could put into the post. And then, just like that, an amazing article was brought to my attention. An article written by someone who this disease has personally touched. As I read through her thoughts which she herself blogged about, I knew I could not put into words, what she had managed to do.
Read on…
Well, we are on week two of the very-viral very-everywhere ALS ice bucket challenge. I know, I know, I can hear the groans…it started out cute and now it’s out-of-control. Played. Clogging up social media sites everywhere.
I even read an article in which the author called the challenge (that has raised an unprecedented amount of money for one of the most outrageously underfunded diseases) a waste of fresh water. Another headline whined, “Is the Ice Bucket Challenge Going to Cure ALS?” Um, no (and – btw – that’s a stupid bar to set for any fundraiser.) Critics complain that the challenge is really about feeding our American narcissism and does nothing for ALS awareness or funding. They assert that people should just quietly donate their money and move on with their lives.
I get that they’re cranky, but I think maybe they don’t realize what it’s like to face this insidious disease and then realize that it’s nearly invisible to the rest of the world. As I watch my husband become entombed inside his own body, I feel desperate for people to understand that this sort of inhumane condition exists. But for some reason, while everyone acknowledges it’s one of the worst fates imaginable, funding for research and patient care is nearly nil. I recently mentioned to a doctor that my husband has ALS and she first looked confused and then said, “Oh, that’s Lou Gehrig’s Disease, right?” Right. Why does she -a doctor of medicine – still only know it by Lou Gehrigs Disease? Because we humans need to associate things with people. It’s easier that way. That’s why the celebrity faces and personal challenges happening in the ice bucket challenge are so effective at bringing in money. And if someone gets to look good while plunking their $50 in the ALS tip jar, I have zero problem with that.
Because here’s the deal: We are in for the fight of our lives with this monster, and the very LAST thing I want is for people to give quietly, anonymously, and then slink away. Raise the roof! Raise a ruckus! Call all sorts of attention to yourself! I will be happy for you and every Facebook like you receive, as you nudge ALS an inch or two closer to the collective public consciousness.
So, fear not, dear reader, this too shall pass and your Facebook newsfeed will go back to cat videos and kids singing Let It Go. Until that happens, here’s a little reminder about what it’s like to live with ALS and why this level of awareness is like gold to families like mine.
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A Mile in ALS Shoes
People ask me often what it’s like to live with ALS. It’s a brave question because the answers are not very pleasant. But it’s also such a worthy question because understanding how this disease impacts those who suffer from it creates empathy which is so valuable; it carries us into another person’s world and allows us to understand what they’re feeling and how they’re hurting. As I watch my strong husband struggle with things that used to be easy and automatic, I sometimes wish that everyone could see life from his perspective.
If you would like to experience just a tiny corner of an ALS life, I have a list of Empathetic Experiences for you. These are things you can do to walk for just a mile in ALS shoes. If you try one, take a little time at the end to consider that people actually living with the disease have a million miles more to go.
- Pick up a 10-pound weight. Now imagine it’s your fork and move it from your plate to your mouth repeatedly without shaking.
- Sit in a chair for just 15 minutes moving nothing but your eyes. Nothing. No speaking, no scratching your nose, no shifting your weight, no changing the channel on the television, no computer work. Only your eyes. As you sit, imagine: this is your life. Your only life.
- Borrow a wheelchair or power scooter and try to maneuver quickly through the aisles at Walmart, without speaking. Note the way people react to you.
- Strap 25 pounds to your forearm. Now, adjust your rearview mirror.
- Using none of your own muscles, have your spouse or child or friend get you dressed and brush your teeth. Write down some of the feelings you have being cared for in this way.
- Before you eat your next meal, take a good, long look at the food. Inhale deeply and appreciate the aroma. Now, imagine never being able to taste that – or any other food – for the rest of your life.
- Put two large marshmallows in your mouth and have a conversation with your friends. How many times must you repeat yourself? How does this make you feel?
- Go to bed and stay in one position for as long as you possibly can, moving nothing.
- Strap weights to your ankles and climb a flight of stairs, taking two at a time. That’s the kind of strength it takes for someone with ALS to tackle the stairs on a good day.
- Install a text-to-speech app on your phone or iPad and use it exclusively to communicate for one day.
And to my friends living with ALS: please give us more ideas and help us move into your world for a bit. We want to help make your lives rich and full and I’m not sure we can do that without at least a basic understanding of what you are facing. I think I speak for many when I say: you are superheroes and we are in awe.
With unending hope for a million-mile cure,
Bo
I’ve lost my heart to Colorado! Breckenridge, and all of Summit County, to be exact.
After spending nearly 2 weeks in this beautiful state, my loyalty to remaining a city girl is wavering. If you have never been to this Rocky Mountain State for a visit, run. You will not be disappointed. There is an over-abundance of things to do. It has earned its Pikes Peak or Bust” slogan for good reason. It’s one of the few destinations I’ve traveled to that is a fantastic place to visit regardless of season. Whether it’s Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall – you’ll not be able to claim boredom in this phenomenal outdoor recreational haven.
Here Comes the Sun – Breckenridge brings glorious sunshine, breathtaking blue skies, beautiful greenery in the summer and lots of soft fluffy powder for skiing & Snowboarding in the winter. Breck (as the town is affectionately referred to by locals) enjoys 300 inches of snowfall and 300 days of sunshine per year, creating the perfect playground for people of all ages. So leave your S.A.D at home, pack your sunglasses & sunscreen and enjoy some time in this phenomenal outdoor recreational haven.
The Great Divide – Breckenridge is divided into the North and South side. On the north side of the mountain you can find a more laid back crowd. This is where you’ll find more of the locals. The South side of the mountain is made up of a more rowdy younger crowd. The tourists flock here. Between the North and South side of the mountain is where you can find the best shopping.
Mustang Sally – Parking is free!! Transportation between the small neighboring towns in the area is provided for free, also. Whaaat?? It’s true! If you want to get from point A to Point B in Breckenridge, don’t bring your wallet because the ride’s on them. And if you are headed into town, it won’t cost you and arm and a leg to parallel park on the street or to leave your car in the nearest lot. Again, Free!
Rocky Mountain High – We all know that Denver is nicknamed the “Mile High City.” What you may not know is that Colorado is home to a total of 54 14ers! – (A mountain peaks exceeding 14,000 feet!!) Folks from all walks of life travel to the beautiful, rocky mountain to challenge themselves physically by climbing to the top of those steep peaks. The elevation is high. The air is thin and the weather can change quickly up there. So if the idea of being on top of the world sounds good to you, plan ahead & be prepared to bag one of the Colorado 14ers.
Sports and The City – Denver, which is a quick trip 81 miles East of Breck, is just one of a handful of U.S. cities that enjoys a representation of four major sports leagues of North America: Broncos (NFL), Nuggets (NBA), Rockies (MLB) and Avalanche (NHL) within the city limits. Denver fans are fiercely loyal to their beloved teams! So while in Denver, grab a brew and a stool at one of the favorite local sports bars while visiting this diverse city and enjoy a day of cheering on one of these FAB teams!!
The Spa’s
The Altitude
The best jumps in the World
White Water Rafting
Biking
Skiing
Running
The Hiking
The Bars
The People
Hot-tubs
Shopping on Main Street
Historic District
Year Round Ice Skating
Golfing
Summer Music Scene
The Art District
The Wildlife
Fishing
Snowboarding
The Sheer Beauty and Majestic Scenery.
Being Margaret 