I am very lucky to live in Colorado.
Even better, I am lucky to live so close to one of the premiere music venues in the world. I am a mere 15 minute drive from Red Rocks Amphitheater.
Growing up, we would pack a lunch, our blankets or beach towels, sunscreen, and some card games and off we’d go. We would head to Red Rocks to claim our seats for that evening’s concerts: John Denver, Fleetwood Mac, Barry Manilow, Elton John, Chicago, The B-52’s, Whitney Houston, Harry Connick, Jr., James Taylor, Earth Wind and Fire, The Doobie Brothers, Jimmy Buffett, Bonnie Raitt… were just some of my earliest concerts there.
The list has grown significantly since childhood. The prices have more than tripled in prices. Seating is no longer mainly first come first serve, and long gone are the days when you can just go and camp out for the day in the amphitheater with the rest of Colorado.
My husband and I will be adding quite a few new names to our list this Summer including a little known (cough, cough) first time Red Rocks performer, Stevie Wonder.
Today, in order to miss the ridiculous workout and yoga sessions there, and to have the entire place to yourself, you have to be there on either a snowy morning in Winter, or at the crack of dawn.
I was lucky enough to have Red Rocks to myself with my husband and our puppy one snowy morning last March.
It was quiet.
It was beautiful.
It was so peaceful and serene, and I remembered those beautiful early days when, except for the evening’s performances, Red Rocks, the place of stillness and inner reflection, was still pretty much a secret.