ASPEN WITHOUT
THE WHITE STUFF

The guide gave us strict instructions. “Keep both hands on the handlebars. Don’t look around. Don’t take photos.”

But I had to defy orders. I couldn’t help it. It was all too beautiful. I cycled first with only one hand, then none, as I shot videos of the magnificent alpine landscape surrounding us.

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We were freewheeling down from the Maroon Bells, the twin peaks behind the twin towns of Aspen and Snowmass, their snowy caps still clinging to the last vestiges of winter despite it being late June.

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