Have you ever been to Telluride, the mystical land of blue-tinged jagged mountains, well-dressed yuppies, and thundering waterfalls? The formidable place was carved out by scrappy gold and silver miners in the 19th century and, over time, was polished into the cool and funky town it is today. Telluride isn’t an easy destination, no on-the-way pit stop, or a town to pass through. No, it takes intention to visit, and there is nothing more rewarding than following windy Highway 145 as it drops down the mountain passes and deposits you neatly into the breathtaking valley.
Regardless of how many times I visit, Telluride never gets old, and spending Labor Day camping at nearby Alta Lakes was no exception. There’s no better respite from the everyday hustle and bustle than taking full advantage of everything nature at 11,300 mountainous feet has to offer: sweeping vistas, campfire games, ruddy cheeks from running in the cold to catch the sunset, cozy nights in a flannel-lined sleeping bag, clean-smelling evergreens, achy muscles from mountain climbing, extra good-tasting food, tired pups, and tan skin. Here it is only early December and I’m already missing summer!
Enjoy these shots from our long weekend (all taken on 35mm film with a pentax k1000).
Husband and Indie-bear on Telluride's bustling main street
Leaving the beloved valley
Setting up camp in the perfect spot for eight people and three dogs
Hilary capturing the serene views
Kelsey, Rylan, and Aspen exploring Telluride
Unbeknownst to us, we arrived during Telluride Film Festival with the likes of Emma Stone and Christian Bale; Indigo was unimpressed
One last trip in our beloved jeep
Evening light hitting my sweet jcub just right
Sunset views from camp
Marie, Hilary, and Kelsey soaking it all in
Incredible textures and colors of upper Alta Lake
The crew on top of Bald Mountain
Hava surveying her kingdom with a little help from Kelsey