Christmas in the Mountains - what an amazing picture this brings to my mind. I was blessed enough to have so very many Christmas's in the mountains; it sure makes it tough to have the holiday here in the flat lands of Kansas. Occasionally we will have a white Christmas here, though not very often. One of the places I lived in was just south of Breckenridge, Colorado at the base of Hoosier pass in an area called "Placer Valley". My home sat over 11,000 ft in elevation on the side of the mountain, and though I had neighbors, you could not see them. My yard was the forest, and most nights I could stand on my top balcony and watch the bears arrive to try and break in the concoction we created to keep our trash in till we could hall it to the dump, of course there was no trash service as we were so remote.
I can remember the quaint little town of Breckenridge was very proud of their "Christmas Holiday and what a spectacular experience it would be for tourist" And they had every reason to be proud, there frosting of decorations and lights was, "out of this world". It seemed like you could walk their little town for a week and still not be able to take in all the eye candy it had to offer. Downtowns buildings were all quaint little Victorian style, painted in vibrant colors, and the light post were the tall antique looking black post with the hanging white light. The warm greetings you'd received when entering, were worth going back for, and left such a sincere impression stamped in your heart.
I can remember watching the snow flakes falling down ever so slowly in perfect form for days, leaving the evergreens just perfect snow-capped like something out of a fairytale.
Smells of the Holidays engulfed your very sense, in fact all your sense's were brought to their utter most delight in every way imaginable. In fact - I can't think of one thing ever left out.
Take a chance and go on an adventure of a lifetime - try a "Christmas in Breckenridge", it will be one journey you will savor for a lifetime.