Coloradans have long been known to perpetuate myths like this to keep our hidden gems secret. I'd hate to be the one to dispel this misconception.
Move along, outsiders. There's nothing to see here.
No, Maroon Bells is not my favorite place on earth, a sanctuary of natural beauty and serenity with gilded leaves glimmering on Maroon Lake in the fall like gold.
The ruby red leaves in Silverthorne are anything but breathtaking as they frame Ptarmigan Mountain's snow capped peak.
I don't know why the Million Dollar Highway has been ranked time and time again as one of the best spots to see fall colors and has been called the most beautiful drive in America.
It's embarrassing, really. All this barren landscape without a single thing of beauty to distract from its monotony.
While other states boast fall foliage with nearly every gem tone, our landscape dries up into a dull, brown wasteland.
If I had the choice, I'd much rather spend my fall days in New England.
At least then I could glimpse a tree or a decent leaf!
We all know that Aspens, with their stunning white bark and golden leaves that sparkle in the breeze, aren't really trees.
Okay, Colorado, I tried, but you didn't hold up your end of the deal.
Those blue skies? And those lustrous yellows amid deep, rich evergreens?
They know I don't mean a word of it.
