As a young adult, I found myself daydreaming of places I wanted to visit that looked like a winter wonderland. I would save Instagram posts, Pinterest pins and print photos off and put it around my office and classroom. Breckenridge was one of those places that seemed like such a far off dream; something I could only hope to visit one day. Living in Colorado now, at 30, feels like a constant pinch me moment. Living less than 3 hours away from some of the places I grew up dreaming about never gets old. I’ve lived in Colorado for almost a year now and finally got around to driving up…