Last Saturday before the wedding I was still on eastern standard time, meaning I woke up around 7 a.m. local time. I took the opportunity to explore the town of Breckenridge and brought my camera along. It reminded me of Helen, Ga., a bit. It was kind of a touristy mountain town, like Helen, but without the German inspired architecture.
I ended up stopping for breakfast at the Columbine Cafe where I had pan-fried trout, hash browns, scrambled eggs and toast. It was pretty good, but in retrospect I should have tried the pancakes because they were freaking massive. Allegedly, two are more than enough to defeat the average grownup. Sounds like a challenge to me.