Colorado: Adventure in Your Own Backyard

Every season provides the opportunity for adventure. Summer brings the chance to travel to exotic lands. Winter is the season of holiday trips to visit family. Spring beckons us to escape winter’s grasp with getaways to lush, tropical lands.

But Fall, in my opinion, caters to a different kind of adventure. The kind that doesn’t require vacation days or piles of cash saved for months and earmarked for travel. For me, fall is best spent traveling in my own backyard, in the mountains of Colorado.

Most travelers set off to view beauty or experience the diversity of another place, somewhere other than their hometowns. The arrival of the fall season brings both of those pleasures right to your front door.

As you look out your window, you see the world wholly transform itself. The solid green of the trees blooms before your eyes into a dazzling array of yellows, oranges, reds, purples, and browns. Every day the view is different. One day a golden patch of aspen trees may be brighter than the day before, or it may disappear altogether the day after.

The majesty of the newness surrounding you mirrors that in your heart when you look upon a new place for the first time.

Yellow Fall Colors at Maroon Bells Colorado
Maroon Bells, CO – Dusk

As fall progresses, the trees lose their leaves, creating piles of intrigue that need to be explored. The citrus hues of the cottonwoods mix with the reddish-purples of fallen maples, swarming together and bidding your feet to explore. You yield to the temptation and kick into the pile. The swoosh of flying leaves brings a smile to your face, the same smile that adorned your lips the moment you saw the Taj Mahal or Machu Picchu.

This feeling intoxicates you, fuels your desire for more. So, you venture forth to find an even bigger pile of leaves. You jump in that one too, reveling in the crunch beneath your feet and the lift in your spirit. This simple act of childhood provokes amazement at how awesome the world is, from the grandest view of the Great Wall of China to the discarded leaves that make way for a new season.

This year one of our backyard adventures took place at Snowmass Mountain, a ski resort not far from where we live. This summer marked the opening of the Lost Forest, a brand-new adventure park on top of the mountain. We boarded the gondola and took in the views of the mountain peaks surrounding us. No matter how many times I ride a gondola or chairlift the views never cease to amaze me. It’s something about the change in perspective when you can suddenly see the peaks of every mountain for miles around.

At the top, we got harnessed up and took an orientation class for the Treeline Adventure Course, a challenge course with ziplines and other suspended obstacles hanging high up in the trees. The area presented five routes of increasing difficulty, each with different elements that you had to navigate to get from tree to tree.

Couple in Climbing Harnesses Zip Lining in Colorado

Since we fancy ourselves to be quite athletic, we started at the middle level course, completed it with ease, and skipped to the hardest challenge. Level 5 was the highest course, around thirty feet in the air, and it was no easy task maneuvering through the course. At times, I found myself clinging onto the ropes for dear life hoping the next move wouldn’t bring disaster. The exhilaration of the Treeline Challenge Course had pasted unfaltering smiles on both our faces.

Man on Zip Line Course in Snowmass Colorado
Woman on Zip Line Course in Aspen Colorado

The next stop in our backyard adventure was the Breathtaker Alpine Coaster, a sleek alpine slide that barreled down through the trees between ski runs at top speeds. We decided to ride together, chatting patiently as the coaster slowly pulled us to the top of the course.

Couple on Alpine Roller Coaster in Snowmass Colorado

As the sled crested the top and we started to descend, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered with excitement. The sled accelerated much faster than I expected and before I knew it the coaster had taken on a life of its own. The wind whipped across our skin as the sled jerked us back and forth. It felt as though we could be tossed from the sled at any moment. Aaron laughed and I screamed the entire way down. By the time we reached the bottom, we knew that we would have to ride it again.

We rode the Alpine Coaster five times, feeling more and more like little kids each time.

I kept thinking to myself: This is like something we would do on a vacation! I came to realize that this is exactly the point. It’s important to remember to enjoy the opportunities to explore in your own backyard. You don’t always have to travel great distances to generate the excitement of vacation-like experiences.

Fall is often thought of as the season where “everything dies” but to me it’s the time of the year when the “newness” that travelers are addicted to comes to our very own doorstep.

-Annie, Your Friend at Orange Backpack Travel

USA: A Layover Dash to San Francisco, CA

Travel can sometimes be challenging due to limited financial resources. In many cases, airline tickets make up the bulk of a trip’s budget. Every once in a while, you hear of a friend or relative who got an outrageously cheap deal on a flight, causing you to cringe with envy.

Not to worry! In our experience it is still possible to find affordable plane tickets without having to sacrifice sleep, conjure your own personal travel genie, or leave your children at home with the grandparents. The catch is that you probably won’t get a direct flight, and you may be subjected to some lengthy layovers.

Recently, we took a flight from Denver, CO to Siem Reap, Cambodia with layovers in San Francisco, CA and Singapore. Our first flight was scheduled to land in San Francisco at 2:00pm and depart for Singapore at 1:00am the following morning. An eleven-hour layover on a trip to Asia is pretty brutal as far as flight plans go, but the flight was cheap, and we figured we’d make the most of it.

Upon arrival in San Francisco, we left the airport via the BART train and headed into the city. With the goal of getting a whirlwind tour of the city in about seven hours, we got off the train at Powell Street, intent on catching one of the iconic cable car rides to Fisherman’s Wharf. We bought our tickets, got in line, and found ourselves, twenty minutes later, at the very front of the line with the next cable car approaching. We boarded the legendary vehicle, choosing one seated and one standing position at the front of the car. My husband spent the ride gleefully leaning out from the cable car, barely hanging on as we barreled up and down the city’s steep hills.

Powell and Market Street Cable Car San Francisco California USA

We disembarked at Lombard Street, famous for its snaking switchback road, and walked down the street with the other wide-eyed tourists. There wasn’t a moment when Lombard Street was empty of cars. The constant whir of engines is no doubt a contentious issue for the street’s residents!

From there we made our way to Ghirardelli Square and were delighted to discover talented street artists and an abundance of free samples of the delicious chocolate that gives the square its name.

We ventured along Beach Street toward Fisherman’s Wharf, charmed by the plethora of seafood options, ranging from elegant restaurants to street stalls where you stand at the counter to eat. We chose the latter and inhaled a steamy bowl of calamari – fuel to keep us speed-walking through the city.

At Fisherman’s Wharf, we took the obligatory photos of the Golden Gate Bridge and snapped a few shots of Alcatraz, the infamous island prison in the San Francisco Bay.

Alcatraz Island San Francisco California

Our next stop was Pier 39, a tourist hot spot for shopping, dining, and ogling a harem of sea lions who have taken up permanent residence on the slips at the end of the pier. The sea lions romped, frolicked, and brayed into the wind to the delight of the tourists. To an onlooker, the crowd on the pier comically mirrored the sea lions, each person jostling his or her neighbors to get the best view.

With silly smiles on our faces from watching the sea lions, we turned our steps toward Coit Tower, a hilltop overlook with stunning views of the city and the bay. Along the way we noticed several individuals carrying skis on their shoulders, a typical sight for those of us who live in a ski town, but noticeably out of place in San Francisco. The mystery resolved itself a few blocks later as we passed the entrance to a remarkably large ski swap held on one of the piers.

To our great amusement, we followed a snowboard and its proud owner to the base of a long flight of stairs leading to the top of Coit Tower. We began our ascent up hundreds of stairs, passing secret gardens hidden by hanging vines, tiny apartments with no other means of access, and friendly tourists who kept telling us we were almost there.

The views were without doubt worth the climb. The red hues of the Golden Gate Bridge faded into the sunset mist, and the surrounding buildings slowly darkened into impressive silhouettes.

Golden Gate Bridge at Sunset San Francisco California

By this point, we were thoroughly tuckered out, but we had one more stop to make before heading back to the airport: Chinatown!

If you’ve never been to a Chinatown, you should put it on your must-see list. There are Chinatowns all over the United States, but the San Francisco Chinatown is the original.

Chinatown forms its own private world within the bustle of San Francisco. Signs are written in Chinese, traditional produce markets line the streets, and paper lanterns are strung between buildings overhead. Tacky tourist shops display postcards and knick-knacks, while priceless Buddha statues and hand-painted dishware are sold in the shop next door. Vast displays of pastries beckon your taste buds and inexpensive prices prompt you to purchase several, not sure what’s inside the sweet dough, but reveling in the unknown.

Pastries in Chinatown San Francisco CA

Just as we grew accustomed to walking through this delightful pocket of Asian culture, Chinatown abruptly disappeared, and we were transported back to metropolitan San Francisco.

Content with our swift city tour, we trekked back to the airport, eagerly anticipating the next leg of our trip to Cambodia. A couple of hours later we boarded our sixteen-hour flight to Singapore and promptly fell asleep, exhausted from our layover excursion. We were so tired that we slept for eight hours straight – impressive for an airplane, we know!

Our takeaway from this experience: If you have a long enough layover, take advantage of it! The benefits of a “bonus” adventure far outweigh the inconvenience of a long layover!

-Annie, Your Friend at Orange Backpack Travel