The Colorado Adventure

All Wassailed out

After James got back from his flight we hit the road to Frisco.

Here are some shots of the journey up I-70.

Man I love takings pics in the tunnel, it’s just so cool.

Frisco is just on the other side of the tunnel, about 15 minutes or so.

It’s a quite little town with a cute main street, museum and it’s connected to it’s sister city Dillon.

Here’s a little history of the town:

Frisco’s history began with the Ute Indians who first traveled the region now known as Summit County. The 1870’s ushered in mining to the area. Founded in 1873 (officially chartered in 1879) by Henry Recen, the Town of Frisco quickly developed thanks in part to the locale’s many mines. The mining boomed lasted until 1918. Along with the rest of the country, Frisco was hit by the Depression; by 1930 Frisco’s permanent population had dropped to only 18 people. Frisco was one of the few old mining towns to keep going, they persevered and by 1946 the population had increased to 50. Frisco, with a current population just under 2,800 full-time residents, remained a sleepy town with a sprinkling of summer tourists until the ski industry – which now attracts some 3 million people a year to the area — brought a new boom era to Summit County.

But, those 3 million people weren’t here today. In fact, it was very quiet. We started our wassail quest at the museum where we found about gold, silver and wassail.

This wassail was appley with a hint of cinnamon, very good. Just outside was a reindeer (or is that just an elk masquerading as a reindeer?)

So, we did some Colbert friend poses with him, the handler’s name is Steve (in case you wondered.) We crossed the street and went into a consignment shop, they had lots of neat things like this bench made out of skis, but no wassail.

We crossed the street again and went to the pet shop, we bought Maisy a candy cane bone and had some of their wassail. At each shop there were cards to vote for your favorite wassail, whoever wins gets to raffle the voters cards for a trip to Frisco this summer for their BBQ days. I thought…..maybe I should say everyones wassail was good so I could be in the winner’s pot! We went down the street and stopped in wherever they had a sign like this.

This shops wassail was really spicy, lots of cloves.

We saw some old houses and junk cars in this lot right before more wassail tasting from a bank.

This one was ok, very little cinnamon. We stopped in at Bagalis pizza and had a great pie – potato, bacon, gorgonzola, oil, spinach and garlic. I know it sounds weird, but man it was GOOD! The kids had a pepperoni pizza and pasta. Bagalis wassail wasn’t ready yet, it was supposedly a super secret recipe too, darn. We did buy a souvenir mug to put our wassail in though.

We tried wassail in the toy shop, the mountain clothing shop, the knick-knack shop, the tea shop (they put blueberries in theirs), the junk-tique shop and more. In all, the Juniper tree, a knick-knack shop, had the best wassail, so we voted for them twice. It was nice to walk around to the shops and browse while eating and drinking.

We finally made it back to the car (we skipped a few shops, too much wassail, too little stomach) and drove home. Maisy is now enjoying her bone!