Aspen has totally ruined every other ski town for me.
Don’t get me wrong… I still adore Breckenridge, I still think Tahoe is the most picturesque, and I will always hold Vail close to my heart as the place I first learned to ski, BUT I’ve been converted.
It was my second time back in Aspen (you can take a peek at my first trip here) and it was kind of impossible not to fall in love all over again.
The skiing, the food, the parties, the homes, the apres ski scene, and the international crowd are just a few of my favorite things. Fate was also on our side and it dumped a little over four feet of snow halfway through our visit, making the whole town into one long, drawn out, less anxiety inducing episode of Game of Thrones, north of the wall. No dire wolf spottings to report, much to my dismay.
We set up shop at the ever swanky St. Regis Aspen and got busy diving into pots of hot chocolate and strolling around town.
Those extra couple feet of snow came in very handy when the planes couldn’t fly out and we were “stuck” for an extra day of breakfast in bed, skiing, and Cloud Nine (also known as where I want 1/2 of my ashes scattered – the other half you can toss into the water at Surf Lodge during a Saturday night sunset in the middle of summer, please and thank you).
Until next time, Aspen.