Last weekend I attended Spring Back to Vail, an annual spring bash celebrating the end of winter. I was there mainly for the music, as well as for all of the other reasons that people find themselves unable to stay away from this little oasis in the mountains. Listening to the music on Saturday night, I found myself forgetting about all of the things that plague my mind day in and day out in Denver. The tunes, the vibe, the company, and the scenery made me feel like the real world was so much farther away than the reality of my office existing just 90 miles east off of I-70.
I reluctantly left Vail on Sunday morning, and the Rocky Mountain high lasted well into Monday morning, and then it was gone. This trip was the perfect mix of so many things, so much so that, while standing at Ford Amphitheater on Saturday night listening to music, I found myself thinking and then saying “life is pretty good, isn’t it?” I know I’m not the first person, and most certainly not the last, who has wanted to bottle up the bliss that is Vail and take it with them when they go.