Frozen, Fascinating, Fun – by Parent Pages
Here is a post from Parent pages. It is a great article, well written and realistic. Consistent with what is written in the article, we sometimes see people come up to the front of the ticket booth and we can see by the look on their face that they were expecting something different. But after they go through, the look of concern has generally changed to a smile. We like that. Enjoy the article:
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One day, while meandering around the web, mindlessly clicking here and there, I somehow stumbled upon The Ice Castles at Silverthorne. I was immediately fascinated and got right on the horn to find someone who might share my now urgent obsession to go investigate this ice dripping marvel. Score!
Now as many of you may know, Silverthorne is a decent drive…about 2 ½ hours from Fort Collins and that’s on a clear, non-ski-worthy day…so we had lofty expectations. The pictures looked great…it was unique, nothing we’d ever seen…and we were headed to the mountains with the sole purpose of being in ‘awe’.
When we pulled into Silverthorne we realized that neither of us, in all of our excitement, had remembered to print the directions, but hey, it’s an Ice Castle right?…how hard could that be?There were indeed signs posted along the roadside, but to be honest, we could have easily driven by and not given it a second thought. From the car we were unimpressed. Our first reaction: “that’s it??” It looked like a massive, sun glinting, crystal dream on the web…how could that be “it”? By now, I had Googled it on my phone, found the directions, information on parking and was happy to discover that you can park within 20 feet of the main entrance. Good thing ‘cause it was COLD.
As we approached the small office that sits out front, we were a little worried. Had we been duped? We paid our $10 entry fee and asked for a tour (one had been offered via our Facebook page). We entered through a large icicle encrusted arch and despite our proprietary voice shouting ‘listen to your tour guide!’ the cameras seemed to jump from our pockets. We kept apologizing, “we’re listening, sorry”, but our actions ratted us out. Each step seemed to offer a new photo op, a new discovery of this unique art form. With sun dancing on icicles; your imagination starts to hum. Inside, we were antsy to start discovering on our own. When set free, without a word, we drifted into our own paths of exploration. What appeared to us as “small” just 10 minutes earlier seemed to grow and stretch our imaginations….click here for the rest of the story
Please note that the article shows that the Ice Castle is closed on Sunday, but we are actually open on Sunday as is shown on this page. Thank you!
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