Before I post anything about our trip to Vail, I'd like to dedicate a whole post to this magical land of spilling window boxes, crags bursting with wildflowers, timber-covered bridges and tidy cobbled streets. I felt like I was somewhere nestled between Garmisch, Oberammergau and Switzerland. It's Colorado-meets-Bavarian beauty, and I was its captive.
Let's have a look at the flowers. Ah, the flowers! I need a post for them alone.
The sculptures everywhere are so whimsical and fun. Genius, I think.
One of two famous covered bridges leading into Vail Village.
This barely touches on the beauty of this place. I think Camp Connelly will be spending many more summers here.