I am always surprised at how quickly winter creeps in up here in the High Country. Flecks of color will start emerging in the Aspen groves in late August and, before you know it, whole hillsides are painted with brilliant shades of gold and orange. Now in the middle of September, there is already a dusting of snow up on the high peaks and it’s been cold enough in the evenings to see my breath.
Just when I got used to hanging out in a swimsuit, I’m back digging through my closet for long sleeves and sweatshirts.
Yesterday was Oktoberfest in Breckenridge, and Main St. was packed with people from all walks of life getting rowdy with beer steins in hand. I have to admit that I was a little saddened that there weren’t more people in lederhosen walking around, but there was plenty of drinking to keep things authentic.
The smell of cooking bratwurst and wiener schnitzel floated through the fall air, and every few minutes small groups of people would erupt with cheers as they raised their glasses towards the sky.
The crowds looked a lot larger than in years past, and it was good to see that a lot of the local bars and restaurants were packed with people looking to continue the party when the kegs on Main St. were tapped.
Things tend to quiet down around Summit County during the month of October, and I’m looking forward to kicking around with the local’s crew before the snow flies and the tourists descend.
Plus, a couple of eateries are bringing back 2-for-1’s to compensate for the lack of visitors. Talk about music to a struggling writer’s ears.