By the time we were pulling back into our apartment complex on Monday night, it had felt like spent just as much time on the road as we did in Denver. While I generally dislike driving, this particular trip home wasn’t as bad as it usually feels largely in part to the number of detours we took. We had decided to take a different route home instead of the usual drive across the southern part of Wyoming, which is a barren hellscape lacking any sense of photo worthiness. This time involved a drive down the I-70 and then cut off onto the 13 which was a much longer drive but also substantially more scenic. The highway 13 involved a long winding mountain road that ran along a railroad and the Eagle River, which gave me plenty to stop and shoot.
Our first stop however was in the city of Vail, which is a tourist community much like Park City here in Utah. It’s primary function is a ski-town, and it spends most of the spring and fall closed for the “offseason”. While that meant most of the shops that weren’t selling t-shirts and nick-knacks were closed, the city itself was still exceptionally pretty and worth meandering around for. I also found yet another super creepy mannequin:
Aside from turning a corner to have as soul-eating beast greet me in the sweatshirt aisle of a store, there happened to be a river that ran through the middle of town that made for some solid relaxing scenery:
Once we left Vail and merged into the heart of our trip, we found a few pretty sweet spots to pull off and snap some photos. Here’s what came of the trip home:
Even though it was almost 12 hours to get home, I had an excellent time and it made for a great finish to a wonderful weekend away with my wife.
I hope you’ve enjoyed our excursion into the wilds of Denver, Colorado. I should have some new prints up in the shop later this week from all the other things I have been taking pictures of since getting home as well. As always, until next time — Thanks for reading!