There are many ways we travel and many reasons we travel. In retrospect, it seems rather silly that when I was a child, people used to lump all travel into two categories; business and leisure. Leisure travel, previously defined as anything other than travel for work, can take on many forms. We travel to visit friends and family. We travel to see specific destinations. We travel for specific activities. Having lived in the Midwest for a lot of year, I am more than familiar with travel to escape the winter and other bad weather.
The great thing about all these modes of travel is that it is possible to visit the same place many times and have completely different experiences.
Frisco is unique in that it is situated near many of Colorado’s best ski resorts.
Yet, unlike Breckenridge or Vail, the town is not the site of a ski resort. Therefore, winter in Frisco is active but not in the same way these ski resort towns are. Still, there are a lot of people out and about. It is easily the most active time of the year in Frisco (except, maybe when a major snowstorm closes the highways).
Summer also tends to be active. The area is a great place to escape the summer heat and take part in activities like enjoying the mountains from the seat of a bicycle.
The morning of May 23, 2022, for perhaps the first time ever, I saw Frisco extremely quiet.
There was nobody walking around. The experience reminded me of the few times I would wake up before 8 A.M. on a Sunday while living in Chicago. It was the only time I saw a city that was always crowded and noisy quiet and calm. This place was quiet and calm because the activities that drew visitors all weekend had come to an end while the weather had yet to improve enough for many of the outdoor activities that draw summer visitors. There were low clouds.
Fog, and even a little bit of snow.
It was enough to make Frisco quiet, even when the sun would peak out for a little bit.
It was even enough to make the typically even busier Breckenridge feel rather calm.
The conversations were different too. People I would encounter around town were not reflexively asking questions like “where are you in town from” and “how long are you here.” Instead, I was asked to identify a bird and about trail conditions. In a way, I was seeing the place the way the “locals” see it. Still, it made me wonder….
- Do locals only get to act like locals, in the open like this, a few months out of the year, in between seasons?
- Or is there a secret set of places they go during the more active seasons, particularly from December through early April?
- What’s it like growing up in a place like this, not knowing that most people don’t live places constantly crawling with tourists?
On this trip, I also got to see more of Frisco. Most of my previous trips to Frisco primarily involve being on Main Street.
It is the face of the town. But, on this trip I spent a little bit of time in some of the other, more residential areas of town.
I saw where the creek flows between houses.
I even saw where they were in the process of building a new recreational trail.
Frisco is one of those towns with hiking trails right on the edge of town. Residents and visitors alike can just walk up to a hiking trail and climb a mountain. I did this twice during my off-season visit to Frisco. On the other side of I-70, there is the North Tenmile Trail, a hike that follows the Tenmile Creek into the Eagles Nest Wilderness.
There is the far steeper hike up Mount Royal on the south side of town.
This mountain is impossible to miss. It is quite likely that for most, the idea of hiking up this mountain feels quite intimidating. The hike is steep right from the start and is steep the whole way.
However, it leads to amazing overlooks of I-70, the Tenmile Canyon (just west of Frisco) and a whole new perspective on the town of Frisco.
On previous visits to Frisco, I experienced Frisco how tourists experience it. I saw the bus to the ski resorts. I heard conversations about vacations, time shares, flights and favorite slopes, shops and restaurants. This May, nearly a decade after discovering this town, I finally experienced it more like a local, slowing down a bit and adjusting for things that almost never happen during the busy season, like restaurants being closed on Mondays and Tuesdays and full days without any activities.