Kassondra Cloos

Kassondra Cloos

Associate Editor of SNEWS / Freelance writer & editor / Co-founder of Adventures in Wikipedia / Boulder, Colorado

Running away to the Bivvi hostel in Breckenridge

Running away to the Bivvi hostel in Breckenridge

The Bivvi, AKA The Bivouac, AKA perfection. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

The Bivvi, AKA The Bivouac, AKA perfection. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

I don't know if it counts as "running away" if you go on a mini-vacation as a grown woman with an apartment and a real job 1,949 miles from the small city in the tiny state where you were raised.

It is much more fun to phrase it that way, though. What are you running from? Who are you running from? Where are you running to?

This time, it was Breckenridge, Colorado, a very lively ski town of 4,600 with perhaps more night life than the entirety of Colorado Springs - a city with nearly half a million.

I stayed at a wonderful hostel called The Bivouac, also known as The Bivvi, which could only have been more perfect if I had thought to bring the obvious winter gear (boots, hat) and if I had had better answers to the "Wait, you're not here to ski?" and "Well, then what are you going to do?" questions.

(The real answers are: I went because I felt like it, and I planned to read, write and do yoga.)

Every window in looks out to a beautiful winter wonderland. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

Every window in looks out to a beautiful winter wonderland. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

Few things in life beat traveling and meeting other travelers, and going away for Valentine's/President's Day weekend seemed like a fantastic way to avoid the gross mushiness and have some fun. Based on my one other hostel experience, the Indy Hostel in Indianapolis in September, I was pretty confident I wouldn't be disappointed.

I wasn't.

Everyone was friendly and talkative and welcoming. I met some wonderful East Coasters who probably heard a little too much about my homesickness for New England (sorry about that). The whole place is beautiful and cozy and gives off a strong make-yourself-at-home vibe. There's even a leave-your-snowy-boots-at-the-door rule, which I very much appreciated.

And, of course, delicious breakfast.

Great people, great snow, great food, great games of Jenga. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

Great people, great snow, great food, great games of Jenga. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

This place is made for socializing, so if you're looking for a lot of personal space you probably won't find it here unless you book one of the private rooms. I stayed in the co-ed six-bed bunk. Yes, there was some snoring (not me), but the beds and super-fluffy blankets make up for it (mostly).

In any case, I'll be back.

It was 55 and sunny when I left home, two hours east in Manitou Springs, to head for Breck. So I left all my snow gear behind. Smart move. Somehow managed to make it up and down some slippery hills unscathed. How? Magic. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

It was 55 and sunny when I left home, two hours east in Manitou Springs, to head for Breck. So I left all my snow gear behind. Smart move. Somehow managed to make it up and down some slippery hills unscathed. How? Magic. Photo by Kassondra Cloos

Stealing Gunnison: 48 hours of adventure under $100

Stealing Gunnison: 48 hours of adventure under $100

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