In the 1960’s after graduating from nursing school, I moved to Aspen Colorado. Those years were times of wonder and absolute bliss for me. In the winter I taught skiing and summers I worked nights
at Aspen Valley Hospital.
The hospital was located on an adjacent ridge from Ajax Mountain, the main ski area that sat exactly against the, then, little town of Aspen. Every morning as the sun came up I would venture out to the lobby of the hospital, open the curtains, and gaze in wonder at the life outside. I swore that everyday as spring time moved in the grasses on the ski runs became greener, and of course the multitude of aspen trees followed suit.
Often as the morning sun began to warm the day and my shift at the hospital done I would borrow my roommate’s bike, get my dog and ride out to Maroon Lake and the Maroon Bells. There were virtually no cars on the road and the lake sat quietly holding the reflection of the Bells towering above. To this day I can smell the fragrance, hear the tinkling leaves in the breeze, and recall the sensations of walking amongst the aspens. This is a magic memory I’ve carried all these years.