People flock to Breckenridge both in summer and in winter.
They tell me,
"You're so lucky to live here!"
|Peaks 10, 9, and 8 - Breckenridge Ski Area|
I nod and smile - I AM lucky!
|Imperial Peak reflected in window of Fatty's Pizzeria located in a historic building|
established as a boarding house in 1895.
After the snow melts, flowers are bountiful both in town and in the wilderness.
Of course, people are plentiful, too.
|Blue River flowing through Breckenridge|
|Along the Riverwalk, Breckenridge|
I try to stay out of the center of town - the business district - in peak tourist season.
I'm happier in the wilderness solitude that surrounds my home.
|View of Tenmile Range from my house - there's a storm brewing!|
Tourists come to ski, bike, and hike.
People visit from all over the world to enjoy the incredible views.
I live on a dead-end street which backs onto National Forest lands.
There is very little traffic, so Grandchildren can ride scooters and bikes.
In summer, we sit on our deck amid the perennials and wildflowers.
We hike and ski the trails in the forest behind our house.
We watch for wildlife in all seasons.
We can understand why people
want to spend time in a place
we call "paradise."