Steamboat is such a contrast to Winter Park. Overbuilt condos, hotels, townhouses and shops crowd the base of Steamboat...a virtual city of consumers. But the mountain itself rises above all the traffic and noise...great white runs coursing down its forested sides. This year Steamboat has had some 380 plus inches of snow; the powder in the trees is deep and silent.
We stayed in one of my favorite apartments, right across the street from Howelsen Park, the local ski hill that still, during the week, uses a tow rope to take folks to the top. And it was not all about skiing (well, it never really is). We tripped out to the waters of Strawberry Hot Springs. The pools were a bit crowded, but it was ideal people watching thought the steam rising from the springs. Snow lay heavy on the surrounding hills and the simple, whimsical structures of wood and stone that form the complex.
And besides hot springs, there was the food at Johnny B. Good where we sat under huge Hollywood murals and iconic 50s and 60s signs. It was over plates of hamburgers that we decided to launch our photography project.
