Fondest memory: After getting a cup of self-serve coffee at the lodge, I handed the cashier a $5 bill. He took it, held it up over his eyes for a moment and dryly said: 'Sir, you are *not* in Aspen!'
How right he was. No, I obviously wasn't physically in Aspen. And the self-serve coffee, Instant Maxwell House, was just $1 with free refills. No $3.50 gourmet roast lattes poured by barristas here!
And you'll find hardly a trace of the kind of pretense in people and atmosphere at Arapahoe as you would at a place like Aspen.
Well, I was delighted to get such a cheap cup of coffee - that hit the spot anyway despite the taste of instant - as I was really more interested in the caffeine than the flavor.
Magical Lift Ride
Fondest memory: Riding the lift up to the summit, the highest lift served point on the continent, as the treeline is left behind and a feeling of being in almost another world begins to take hold. This picture doesn't really do justice to the actual scene, as the upper portion of the moutain extends much further than it appears here.