Missing the valley
September 23, 2011
I lived in the Roaring Fork Valley for a mere five years. Those were the best five years of my life.
Not only did I meet my husband there, I delivered our two children at Valley View Hospital with the same doctor in the same room. This time of year I get nostalgically weepy when I think of the valley: the clean mountain-air smell, the aspens slowly making a color change, the snow-capped mountains blowing a pillow of white in the sky.
This time of year I remember the quiet of the offseason, yet the slight air of excitement getting stronger and stronger as the days get shorter in anticipation of the upcoming ski season.
I have fond memories of working for the town of Basalt and all the exciting changes constantly occurring around town. Whether it be an opening of a new park or watching the new library plans come to life, Basalt maintained a sense of stability and pride amidst the changes.
Taking advantage of all the outdoor adventures the area offered, soaking in the surreal 360-degree scenery, the Roaring Fork Valley was home. We were, to much kicking and screaming, driven out of the valley due to the depressed economy. My husband, a builder who worked 15 years in the building industry and owner of a successful building company, was losing contract after contract. I wrote a little cookbook while pregnant with my second, and we were able to stay in Basalt a bit longer. In my dreams I am living back on the Frying Pan with my family, enjoying all the Colorado mountain splendor.
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Thank you, Roaring Fork Valley, for the best times of my life.