Fortunately, they timed their matrimony to coincide remarkably well with the fickle fall colors in the Rockies. Unfortunately, though, Murphy was still in Ireland, so I was solo guy for the weekend.
So without further ado, let's get right to those fall colors.
OK, that was a bit of a tease. We drove from Denver and took the more scenic route through Leadville and over Independence Pass, finding ample places to stop along the way.
Aspen's a most curious burg. Good luck finding breakfast for less than $20, and good luck walking further than a hundred feet without stumbling over someone's $8M "cabin."
After a couple days of wedding-related merriment and a ridiculous trail run that I treated myself to up in the mountains (deserves its own post...coming soon...), it was time to leave this bastion of Extravagance and Disdain for Those Less-Privileged and head for home. Speaking of head:
Advertising the Sunday pig roast inside an Aspen restaurant
We took the same route back to Denver and stopped as we saw fit.
And one last stop at a grove that Aaron and Britt had visited before, this time with an agenda in mind.
Vandals!
I feel most fortunate to have been able to attend their celebration, and it was most awesome to catch up with friendly people I hadn't seen in well over a decade.
Take a minute or three to check out Aaron's company, too. They've created quite the empire.
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