I love to ski. I'm not really sure why. It's cold, you schlep your gear to the top of a mountain, fight of altitude sickness, pre- and post-medicate with toxic quantities of Advil for knee pain, and then end the day sore and exhausted. BUT there's something about being out there that makes me want to go back again and again!
We headed out to Telluride, Colorado with some friends. Our trip almost got cancelled as another snow/ice storm hit Atlanta and the airport was shutting down. We were so lucky to be able to get out a day early and escape the madness. We left Wade and Bree with the grandparents to fight the cabin fever and power outages. I felt a little guilty, but not enough to stay home :)
The view from our jacuzzi on the back deck. Not too shabby...
Our first ride up...
My idea of a lunch break! It's amazing when 45 degrees feels warm and cozy...
The group: Frank & Mary Brooks Smith, us, Jay & Amanda Starr, Mandy & Chris Crawford
Up at the tippy top of the "See Forever" run...
The Coors mountains...
Chris catching some air on a jump
Since we added an extra day to the trip, we explored on a snowmobiling day. I really liked taking a day off and seeing a different part of the mountains.
The trip was over Valentine's Day, so we went out for a nice dinner at Allreds (at the top of the mountain). I have no words or explanation for Beau's coat...
Nor do I have an explanation for what I'm doing in this last picture?
It was a great trip with great friends!!! When can we go back?
