On Saturday we drove up to Breckenridge from Golden. It was packed with flatlanders like ourselves. At first glance, commercialism rules the streets and ski cuts mar the surrounding mountains. But if you poke around, there are some gems waiting to be discovered here that harken back to an older day.
And Breck has a great brewery that makes up for all the tourist boutiques.
Nearly every brew was solid, but the 471 Double IPA and Avalanche Amber stood out in my view. The most interesting (if not entirely quaffable) brew was a rye ale brewed with spruce tips. Far out.