Aspen Has Its Allure, but This Is An Ode to Carbondale, Colorado

We don’t have this where I come from.

And I’m not talking about the caviar app at the on-mountain restaurant or the celebrity snowplowing down the main groomer. For once, the conversation about this town isn’t about Don Henley or Prince Bandar’s homes–abodes whose price tags equal a decent chunk of a small country’s GDP.

We’re talking about Aspen, and we’re actually talking about skiing.

My wife and I are making turns off of the Deep Temerity lift at Aspen Highlands on a beautiful, if bony, February day.