Breckenridge Colorado

No matter where I go - I always seem to end up in Breckenridge Colorado. Perhaps it is because 10 years or so ago I first came here with Rachael, my daughter; me to learn to ski - Rachael to learn to snowboard.

We both learned to shred the mountains. Funny but I still remember how scary the thought of a "ski mountain" seemed to me. Without ever having done it - I had visions of being on a vertical icy cliff with my feet strapped to slick sticks and God Forbid, no way to stop - except a tree or worse!

It's late September, 2 days from Fall (my father's birthday September 23d - the Atumnul Equinox.) The aspen trees are turing brilliant gold, the afternoon rains have watered the trees and brilliant color paints the majesty of the Rocky Mountains in every direction into postcards that never quite capture what the human eye sees so easily.

The night after I sold the house I stayed in a little suites hotel near the Denver Tech Center, sore and achie from lifting furniture and weird stuff through the yard sale, Craigslist and donations to friends family and charity of my sticks and bricks.

The next night - I stayed up in Grand Lake - pulling in the serenity of the 275 foot deep dark green and blue of the largest natural lake in Colorado. The native indians called it Spirit Lake but in that flat caucasion way someone came along and named it Grand - as if that were an improvement. Trust me, if you go there, you'll feel the spirit of the place.

In scenes from Kubrick's "The Shining" fall preparations were underway to pack things away. See, Grand Lake is pretty much a summer destination. It is also the Western entrance to the Rocky Mountain National Forest and home to winter sports primarily snow machine, snow mobile. Sarah Palin's First Dude would be right at home here. And, if you go straight East from here you could evenentually end up in Loveland Colorado and hang out with Joel Comm!

The next night I dragged my still sore carcass to the promised land, ie: Hot Sulpher Springs. Yes, all my dreams came true (well, there were not bikini clad hot girls) as 24 pools of natural hot sulpher water awaited my achie breaky body. Tucked into the hillside are these truly cozy little pots of water growing progressively hotter as you ascend (that means go up higher) the mountain.

This place has been used for such hedonistic soaking since 1850 as the pictures in the lobby attested to. I'll try to fish out some photos of the place and post them here.

Yesterday I would my way through Kremmling (think Moose) and down Hiway 9 to Breckenridge.

Can you interrupt your life for a moment - and imagine what it's like to sit here in this Starbucks (of course) and consider what to do with the next phase of your life? You are 53 years old, single, daughter grown, and you make you money doing niche Internet marketing for which you can literally be anywhere on the planet with link to the web.

You have already fulfilled you dream gigs multiple times. Professional rock musician (guitar, bass, vocals) for 10 years, started and run several businesses, gone to seminar and been the pastor of a church, led men's discipleship groups, toured Internationally as a way-overpaid professional motivational humorist, stayed in the finest hotels, met world leaders, and finally burned out completely on travel.

You figured out how to make money online - have armloads of cool connections with some of the smartest people in the business and have a kind and smart flock of readers and followers (yes, I'm actually kissing your ass right this moment - dig it!) and can make money by sending an email nearly at will to a variety of niche market lists. I'm not really bragging, I'm grateful. I got nothing to sell ya, this is kind of just where I'm at right now.

Here's the question…

What do you want to do with the rest of your life?

Your comments, ideas, and thoughts here below would be greatly appreciated - as much for me as for you to explore your own options if all those nasty boundaries and boat anchors were released - it just might happen…