After yesterday's post, I felt very strongly that I needed to show you what that sad, droopy plant in front of my desk looks like 98.99% of the time. It's a very happy plant, as you can surely see.
I have to water it 3-4 times a week, so the watering can just lives right next to it. I mentioned to my co-worker that I might have to re-pot this bad boy sooner rather than later.
But that's not really what you're here to read about today, is it? Or are you all more interested in our skiing weekend? That's what I thought. Yes, it sure was a week ago, but I don't really give a flip, I'm gonna document it anyway, so that someday when I have kids who think I'm old and boring I can point to this little slice of the internet and show them
how right they are that I did some fun things at one point in my life.
Friday evening one of my co-workers came to pick Gunner up for a weekend long sleepover. The hotel we stayed at allows dogs, but he would have been alone all day, so we decided not to bring him with us. As she showed up, we were frantically throwing stuff together and trying to make sure we didn't forget anything important, you know, like our non-refundable lift tickets that we had to turn around and go back for. We eventually braved the snowstorm and made it up into the mountains. Ammon and I discovered last summer a deep love for Tommyknocker, and since we were driving right by, we deemed it absolutely necessary to stop for some beers and dinner. If you are the drinking kind and you see their beer at your local liquor store, just know that it is worth all the doll hairs that they charge for it.
Or, ya know, come visit, and I will be your personal beer drinking guide. Ammon will be our reluctant sober ride.
So, after a late dinner, we barely made it to our hotel for check in. This was one of those small-time, super cheap privately owned hotels that actually closes at night. I was thrown off by that when they calledto make sure we would be in before 10:00pm. There really isn't much else to say about the place... it was cheap ($216 for 2 nights, including taxes and fees during high season), but we didn't bother to take any pictures. I brought food for breakfasts and lunches, because they noted that all of the rooms included a fridge and a microwave, and it worked out perfectly.
Saturday we slept in-ish. One thing about skiing is that even when you stay close to the resort/ski area you're going to, you still have to wake up pretty early to get out there and enjoy the best snow. We were skiing Loveland Ski Area, which is a new one for us. We tend to not branch out too much, because skiing is expensive, yo. These passes came as a gift from my parents, and a welcome one at that. The weather was GORGEOUS, and they'd had 7 inches of new powder. By the time we hit the slopes at 10am, there was still powder to be found, but we certainly were not making first tracks anywhere.
Unfortunately, we haven't had as much skiing time as we would like the past couple of years, and we get kind of worn out, so we tried to take it easy. It's awfully hard to go easy when you have the perfect day and the perfect conditions.
I mean, really. Do you see that unfiltered sky? And that basin we were heading for? Glorious is the word that comes to mind. After skiing, we got some showers (because showering before skiing is an utter waste of time), and took a nap (because naps are almost as glorious as perfect ski days). We topped off the night with a trip to a local Mexican restaurant that claimed to make everything from scratch. It was pretty dang delicious.
We knew that we wanted to get home early on Sunday, so we agreed to try to make it to the slopes earlier, and be on the road before 2pm, when the skiing traffic starts up in earnest. We made it to the ski area by 9, and were on the lifts by 9:30. Ammon was feeling pretty worked after a few runs and decided to call it after 2 hours. I was feeling good though, and decided to put as many miles on my legs as I could. I skiied by myself for another hour and a half or so before I went to find my worn out hunk of hubby so that we could drive back home.
We ended up making record time back home, and had our favorite puppy back with us before dinner. It was nice to be able to get away, but we sure did miss his snuggly, butt-wiggly awesomeness. Beckham was just glad to have had some time to himself without the dog there.
Laying on all of the things is what he does best, and it's much easier without dogs and humans around to mess it all up.
We were surprised and thrilled to realize that Loveland has some of the cheapest lift tickets around, but still offers incredible skiing, and FREE SNOW CATS on the basin! We will definitely be back next year, that is for sure.
*I was not paid or sponsored to write this post. Not even a tiny bit. I just love skiing, and sharing my favorite places with all of you :)
I hope you have a fantastic weekend!