Traveling for thirst
The clock had tolled happy hour when my husband and I rolled into Breckenridge on a lovely almost-fall Friday afternoon; within minutes, we had embarked on Stroll Breckenridge, bracelets on wrists, wine glasses in hand, map tucked under my arm, app loaded on the smartphone.
Just a few minutes later, we stumbled out of our first stop, sweaty, frazzled, and still thirsty. It was so crowded! We had planned a relaxed, adult weekend at the
