Here’s a unique town, unlike anyplace else in the American West. It’s a cocktail of cowboy grit, Euro panache, Hollywood glam, Ivy League brains, fresh powder, live music and lots of money. It’s the kind of place where no matter the season you can bring on a head rush in countless ways. Perhaps you dropped into a near-vertical run in the Highland Bowl, or huffed up to the top of Buckskin Pass in under three hours. It could also come while relaxing at the local music festival, peering down into a ginormous superpipe or ripping around a banked turn on a mountain bike.
Whatever you’ve seen, heard or done, there is one common Aspen cure-all. Simply take your body to the moonlit hot tub and leave your head behind. But do bring a bottle. After all, Aspen is nothing if not a place of extravagance, indulgence and excellence.