This past Labor Day, we made our second trip to Telluride. The first trip was in the peak of Aspen season, and this year we got there a few weeks earlier. However, the beauty of this famed mountain town still shines through, no matter the season, keeping Telluride as probably my favorite place to visit in Colorado.
Set off early Saturday morning.
Stopped for a picnic in Montrose, where Anthony was born.
Can’t ask for a prettier view driving into town.
We didn’t plan it, but ended up here during the Telluride Film Festival. Although I kept an eye out the entire time, I didn’t see Brad Pitt OR George Clooney.
Found a perfect camping site in a beautiful Aspen grove.
Our tent set up among the peaceful Aspens.
This little gal made the whole trip out to the campsite on our firewood. Yes, that’s a black widow. Fortunately we survived the stowaway. She, however… did not.
Looking up from my place on the hammock one glorious morning.
We embarked on a mountain bike ride. The beginning was pretty tough for me — some steep climbs and rocky trails.
But it got better about halfway through, and was a lot of fun flying down the hills and through the muddy paths. It rained on us pretty heavily (there was even hail! thank goodness for helmets!), but once we knew we were just going to get wet and dirty, it added to the fun of it all.
Showing off my muddy backside while we grabbed some fresh western slope peaches from a stand on the side of the road.
Heading back into town
A muddy post-ride beer was most definitely in order. We “tailgated” in the middle of town, and you should have seen the looks we got from the festival-goers! However, one man cheers-ed us as he walked by, saying, “now that’s what Colorado looks like!”
Made a little sidetrip out to Silverton and Ouray.
Our well-traveled Subaru
Our last morning in Telluride
Made a quick stop at the Black Canyon, which we had also visited before, a couple years ago. It’s still pretty spectacular!