We went to a ski swap and ended up at Oktoberfest.

We went in search of skis for a red Adirondack chair. We had in mind a ski swap we had gone to 15 years ago at the Minnesota State Fair grounds one Fall, where there were piles of old skis going for $5 a pair.

What we found in Breckenridge was not that. These were skis mostly in the year or two old category with near new prices. Needless to say we didn't pick up any chair skis, these were too nice (and expensive) to cut up. BUT, I will not forget this swap next time I need skis.

It was a great fall day in the high country and the ski swap was not our only reason for going to Breck. The aspens are turning and the summer tourist traffic is gone...mostly.

Marlys and I crossed the bridge from the Riverwalk Center and were transported to Germany.

The Summit Band was playing polkas, the beer was cold and on tap, and the brats and sausage were being grilled.





Its hard not to be content with this combination.





We got a Paulaner Pilsner sat down near the band and enjoyed the afternoon.





Although there were quite a few folks in attendance it wasn't armpits and assholes crowded, just enough people to make it nice.


We talked to couple from North Dakota that have lived in Breck since 1991...as expected they were able to polka pretty well.


All in all a great day!