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Camp Aspen Snowmass

SNOWMASS, CO – Children have always inspired me to see the world in a new light; to enjoy the simple things in life. The children at Camp Aspen Snowmass, however, inspire me in a whole new way. Since I began working as a counselor this June, I have met so many exceptional children, each with something unique to offer.

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Fresh Vegetables and All Things Local

Basalt and Aspen residents shop for local produce at Farmers Market: Basalt and Aspen residents a have cornucopia of fruits and vegetables to chose from at local farmers market.Basalt and Aspen residents shop for local produce at Farmers Market: Basalt and Aspen residents a have cornucopia of fruits and vegetables to chose from at local farmers market.BASALT, CO -“Good morning,” the woman said cheerfully as she walked past me, munching on a raw bunch of kale. It was a beautiful Sunday morning in Basalt (25 minutes down-valley from Aspen), and the local farmer’s market was in full swing.

My boyfriend and I bought a giant cinnamon roll and a tall glass of iced coffee and walked around the market, enjoying the variety of stands. In between bites of cinnamon roll, I crunched samples of carrots, cucumbers, and turnips. “Watch out, you’ll never go back!” one woman warned as I popped a juicy bite of heirloom tomato into my mouth.

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A Wonderful "Bad Day" Hiking to Cathedral Lake

The view as I neared the end of the hikeThe view as I neared the end of the hikeASPEN, CO -My 1989 Chevy groaned with effort as I coaxed it past the locals pedaling their bikes up Castle Creek Road. It was only slightly easier to pass the roller skiers pushing themselves up the steep road. As one of the Roaring Fork Valley’s newest locals, I still marvel at the athletic abilities of the other residents. Turning onto a dirt path, I bounced the rest of the way to the Cathedral Lake trailhead. I found a place to park amongst several other vehicles, jumped out of my truck, and immediately smelled the pile of dog poop my foot sank into. Wiping it off as well as I could, I arranged my backpack and enthusiastically began my way up the path. After about two minutes I realized that I had forgotten my book, so I turned back to get it. “Well this is off to a great start,” I thought sarcastically. Finally I had all of my gear, the smell had mostly disappeared from my shoe, and I was able to enjoy the scenery as I hiked up the path.