{"id":2449704,"date":"2019-10-10T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2019-10-10T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/?p=314108"},"modified":"2019-10-10T07:00:00","modified_gmt":"2019-10-10T13:00:00","slug":"asher-on-aspen-aspens-gold-rush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/local-news\/asher-on-aspen-aspens-gold-rush\/","title":{"rendered":"Asher on Aspen: Aspen\u2019s Gold Rush"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure class=\"wp-block-image p402_hide\">\n<div class=\"caption-container\">\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"620\" height=\"438\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/10\/asher-atw-101019-1.jpg\" class=\"attachment-large size-large wp-post-image\" alt srcset=\"https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/10\/asher-atw-101019-1.jpg 620w, https:\/\/cdn.aspentimes.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2019\/10\/asher-atw-101019-1-300x212.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 620px) 100vw, 620px\"><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/figure>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">As a kid, I measured my summers in corn. Being from a small town in Iowa, it was everywhere. In June, we\u2019d drive past our neighborhood farms and watch the tractors precisely place the seedlings into the dirt. By Fourth of July, the shrubs would be knee-high and by Labor Day the corn would soar above my friends and me. Despite the fact that the towering corn stalks meant it was time to go back to school, it also symbolized that fall was on its way and the trees would soon start to change.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">I remember loving fall as a kid. We lived on a lake and the trees that flanked the water boasted the most ravishing colors. I thought this was one of the most magical things I\u2019d ever seen. Then, in seventh grade, right at the beginning of October, I traveled to Aspen for the first time in my life. From that point on, I never quite again fantasized about Iowa\u2019s fall the same way.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Sometime between mid-September and mid-October, there is about a two-week time frame where the aspens change from green to golden yellow to amber orange to fiery red. The fall foliage in its prime is absolutely breathtaking and on a recent morning, the leaves seemed to be at their peak. After a late-morning Sunday brunch at the Hickory House, we decided it was the perfect day to venture to the Crystal Mill in Marble \u2014 about an hour-and-a-half drive from Aspen.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">The mill is touted as the second-most photographed destination in Colorado (behind the Maroon Bells). To reach it, one must either hike the 9-mile-round-trip, heavily trafficked trail or drive a high-clearance, four-wheel-drive vehicle down the extremely rough and narrow road.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">We had five adults, two kids and two dogs crammed into a Denali crew cab pickup truck. Upon reaching Marble, we meandered into Slow Groovin\u2019 BBQ to talk to the locals and get some advice. After explaining what type of vehicle we were driving, the locals recommended against us making the trip. They cautioned that we\u2019d undoubtedly scratch up the truck and that it wasn\u2019t worth it. The waitress advised we rent ATVs. But did we listen? Of course not.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">We made it about a mile up the dirt road before realizing that it wasn\u2019t going to work. So, half the crew decided to go back to town for lunch and a few of us \u2014 plus the black lab \u2014 decided to continue on the 9-mile hike. This mill has been on my bucket list ever since I moved to Aspen and we were too close to give up now.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Dust kicked up as the truck pulled away and I knew there was no looking back. The air smelled of crisp pine trees and the crunching of leaves beneath our feet made it really feel like fall. A full color spectrum of leaves illuminated the trail as we traversed the rocky road. The hike was mostly flat, making for a moderately easy stroll, although it wasn\u2019t short. There was a plethora of puddles along the way, but most were easy to maneuver around or leap over. After about a two-hour journey, we finally reached the mill and it was well worth the hike.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Tucked away deep in the woods, 7 miles southeast of Marble, the Crystal Mill sits perched on an outcropping of rock just above the Crystal River \u2014 resembling something like a treasure chest surrounded by gold. Built in 1893 as a wooden powerhouse, the mill eventually closed its operations in 1917. The landmark was later added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1985 and has been preserved to date by the Gunnison and Aspen historical societies.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">After signing a waiver with our new friend Mark, we were allowed to shuffle down the steep slope side and explore the base of the hill where we could touch the water and see the mill up close. In warmer months, visitors can actually swim in the watering hole adjacent to the mill. Mark warned us the water was ice-cold, but I obviously had to see for myself.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">Fearful of hiking back in the dark, we suddenly felt the need to leave in order to get back before sunset. Tired and out of water, the two-hour hike back to town seemed burdensome. Not even five minutes into our journey, a nice young man named Daniel pulled up next to us and asked if we wanted a ride back down. Without hesitation, we jumped into the RZR with enthusiastic gratitude. After further conversation, we learned that Daniel\u2019s family owns the mill.<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">\u201cThe Crystal Mill has been in my family for six generations,\u201d he told us proudly. \u201cIsn\u2019t it the most magical place you\u2019ve ever seen?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"Special Sections-ATW-ATW_Body_Serif\">This mystical and highly unusual place is not easy to reach. But, provided you\u2019re up for the adventure, it\u2019s well worth it. And if you\u2019re contemplating a road trip somewhere to participate in the leaf-peeping shenanigans, I\u2019d advise skipping over Iowa and coming straight to Aspen!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.aspentimes.com\/magazines\/aspen-times-weekly\/aspens-gold-rush\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">via:: The Aspen Times<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As a kid, I measured my summers in corn. Being from a small town in Iowa, it was everywhere. In June, we\u2019d drive past our neighborhood farms and watch the tractors precisely place the seedlings into the dirt. By Fourth of July, the shrubs would be knee-high and by Labor Day the corn would soar [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[49],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-2449704","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-local-news"},"acf":[],"publishpress_future_action":{"enabled":false,"date":"2026-06-28 01:26:59","action":"change-status","newStatus":"draft","terms":[],"taxonomy":"category","extraData":[]},"publishpress_future_workflow_manual_trigger":{"enabledWorkflows":[]},"distributor_meta":false,"distributor_terms":false,"distributor_media":false,"distributor_original_site_name":"KSPN The Valley&#039;s Quality Rock","distributor_original_site_url":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn","push-errors":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2449704","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2449704"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2449704\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2449704"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2449704"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alwaysmountaintime.com\/kspn\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2449704"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}