The surrounding mountain scenery was beautiful. The air was clean and crisp. The municipal infrastructure I saw along the way was both modern and well cared for. The "Blue River" which this bicycle path followed was a vision of wholesomeness. The homes I saw along the way were beautiful, and there was no garbage, sadness, or decay, anywhere. In short, I wanted to either move here, plan to retire here, or else simply refuse to leave.
I realize this may sound silly, but by the time I rolled into Breckenridge I was SERIOUSLY entertaining the thought that I'd actually been hit from behind by a truck earlier in the day, killed instantly, and was now being shown my personal vision of heaven.
So, I suppose this is a win-win situation for anyone who follows this blog: if I AM actually dead, then there is indeed both a God and a heaven, and (to put this as delicately as I can...) given the life I have led if I went to heaven then so will you.
On the other hand, if I am in fact alive, then Frisco CO and Breckenridge CO are places you can actually visit while you are alive.
So, either way, you win :)
