Saturday morning, Laura and I quickly decided to pack our bags and head up to the mountains. I didn't tell her where we were going, because ... well ... I wasn't even quite sure. We ended up heading out on I-70 to Vail and then down to Leadville. Both places we hadn't been before.

Vail was beautiful and super fancy as expected. We didn't stay long.

Leadville is a quaint little old mining town at the top of the Rockies (10,200'), and we stayed the night there. They were running the Leadville 100 mountain bike race. A completely insane 100 mile race up and down and through the mountains surrounding Leadville. It was great to watch the experssions of the racers as they finally finished after 11 hours of torture. We found out the next morning that Lance Armstrong was in the race and came in 2nd. Lance entering their race was similar to The Beatles coming to America for this little town.

On Sunday, we got a later start than we would have liked, but still drove south of Breckenridge to a spot where you can climb four 14,000' mountains in a single day. We'd hope to climb at-least three of them, but ended up climbing none of them. We had a nice little adventure scrambling along the side of Mt. Democrat though trying to find the trail until the afternoon thunderstorms started rolled in. Oh well, next time we'll know where to go, and we'll get an earlier start!

We stopped in Breckenridge on the way back for lunch and reminisced a little. A year ago, we decided while visiting Breckenridge (after just getting engaged) that we had to move to Colorado. It's great to actually be here a year later!

And of course we took plenty of pictures! Click here to see them.