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Aspen's Secret Season
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As the plane dipped onto the Aspen runway a few days ago, I had the odd sensation that it had been raining yellow. The aspen trees blanketing the mountains weren't a subtle gold, as fall foliage in my home in the east is, but a pop-art hue, brazen as a freshly painted yellow line on a newly paved road. This, I thought, must surely be the area's most exquisite time of year: its secret season. Secret, because whoever talks about autumn in Aspen? Secret, because whoever dares talk about a "value vacation" in this stratospherically priced enclave?
I'm about to do both, and give you ten good reasons to go now. (Photo by Dalma Heyn)
3. Flights into and out of Aspen are most reliable in the fall. In summer, thunderstorms and other meteorological mayhem mean a frequent weight restriction on planes so that they can gain altitude quickly, so getting into and out of the valley becomes iffy (or you can get in, but your luggage won't). And in winter, as everyone knows, flights in and out are iffier still.
5. The feeling of relaxation, of contentment, that permeates this usually high-energy, high-profile, high-altitude, high-maintenance town is the essence of Aspen's secret season. You get a taste of the real Aspen, the ambiance locals like to talk about, the feeling they had when they first came here and couldn't bear the idea of ever leaving. As the locals kick back and resume such off-season traditions as stopping their cars in the middle of the road to talk with friends, traffic be damned, you happily wait (if you're the traffic). (Honking is bad form in Aspen, anyway.) "This is how it used to be," a resident since 1978 sighs as I stroll into the glamorous store where she works and find her looking out the window. "All pleasure and no pressure." 6. The Saturday morning Farmer's Market, usually as jammed as the gondola line on a powder morning, is now wide open and easy to walk through; you can talk to the vendors as you fill your basket with fresh, local produce, cheeses, breads, honeys, charcuterie, chilis, fruits and cider, for a ready-made picnic at the Maroon Bells, one of the most magnificent hiking areas in the entire valley.
8. You can get a table at Woody Creek Tavern (where Hunter Thompson, famously, hung out and where margaritas famously flow freely) at lunchtime--and even find a parking space. Too, you can get back to Aspen without worrying about the conflict (in winter) between the number of margaritas you've had and the ice on McClain Flats; or (in summer), pedaling your bike unsteadily up the Rio Grande bike path back to town along with hordes of other margarita-infused bikers. 9. Don't bother kenneling your dog; bring him along. Calling Aspen dog-friendly is like calling California wine-friendly, but The Little Nell is way friendlier. There, he will be treated as well as you are, if that's possible. (Actually, it is: Organic treats for specially designed doggie hikes; custom pet food menus ordered from room service--everything but a massage.) And he can even ride the gondola. Call The Nell for its "Petiquette" details--. (Always call the reservations office, for yourself as well as your pet, for special rates, since they're not all posted the net. You want to check for the 3rd-night-free and even 4th-night-free specials.) A friend who lives in the valley nearby points out that the breathtaking colors of the aspens and century-old cottonwoods are a result of the unusually bountiful supply of water that nourishes the land all around Aspen: The Roaring Fork River, Capitol Creek, Woody Creek and Hunter Creek all come rushing down to quench what, in another area this high up, would show sad signs of thirst. Here, it is surprisingly lush. Another Aspen secret. 10. And the final secret is this: I didn't mention skiing once. **** |
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