“This isn’t your typical mountain town,” say the luxury sportswear-clad couple I get chatting to over an iced coffee at the Local Coffee House in downtown Aspen after a week touring some of Colorado’s quirkier corners.
Having gorged on such two-lane highway treats as the UFO watchtower and nudist hot springs, I’ve been feeling inconspicuous in my psychedelic neon tie-dyed t-shirt, fitting right in on the Bustang (the catchy name for Colorado’s public bus system) which I boarded at the Kum & Go garage in Idaho Springs.
