As we came down off of Hoosier Pass, we could see the ski slopes above Breckenridge.
We drove through town and parked across the street from the Kava Cafe, where Nate and Karen were waiting for us.
The place is known for its mini-donuts, so we ordered a dozen. They were mini, indeed, and just tasted fried.
We wandered up the street, poking our heads into the occasional store. We found a small museum in a tourist information building and stopped in.
Nate and I wandered outside after a while and spotted a Dipper flying along the Blue River.
A lot of the buildings are from the late 1800’s, and there are historical plaques scattered about.
We’ve already noticed that the history of most Colorado mountain towns is the same—Indians then miners then depression and almost ghost town then skiing and tourism.
There wasn’t a whole lot to do in town if you weren’t skiing or shopping, so we didn’t stay long.