A week later I was back on the road for the best ski season of my entire life. I skied 17 days straight, with full cooperation from Mother Nature (one exception noted below).
My first stop was to see Casey in Golden. I got in Wednesday night and decided to ski by myself on Thursday at Loveland. It was close to her house, I had never been before, and it had an impressive vertical drop. It was also freaking freezing. I’ve never called it quits early out on the slopes, but that day the temps with the wind chill dipped down into the -20s.
Casey took Friday off from work and we headed to Carroll’s in Breckenridge. Getting Casey out on the slopes is no small feat.
I’m standing out on Carroll’s porch. The snow had been coming down and it did not stop.
Saturday morning we did some yoga and then Carroll gave me a ride to meet up with some family who had rented a place in Avon for the following week.
There were fields of pow to be had.
We split our week between Vail and Beaver Creek.
This video is a little nauseating. The wrist mount for the go pro is not the way to go for skiing. The guy in yellow is my cousin, Pete.
We worked hard for these apres ski beers.
When the week for the family ended, I headed back east to Breck.
I took advantage of the free bus to the slopes and was amused by the graffiti.
Shortly after arriving back in Breck, I was joined by Mike and Noah.
We got in a couple good days at Breck and then headed to our favorite spot: Snowbird.
Noah enjoying the view and the pow at the Bird.
I could get used to this much skiing.
A Thirsty Spirit 