It was another successful Colorado trip...captured best as a photo essay.
Sunday:
We all met up in Denver - some of us flew, some us drove, some of us live there. We headed to the restaurant where cousin Eric works and did a little carb loading before our trek into the mountains.
Monday:
We kicked off the week by skiing at Copper. I was glad we weren't going to one of my favorite places - I knew there would be some adjustment before I'd get my ski legs back. And holy hell, was I right. I SUCKED. Seriously. I felt like I was channeling my 13-year-old skiing self. My turns sucked. My skis were all over the place. I had no confidence. S.U.C.K. Yet I still managed to have fun.
The first day we skied was St. Patrick's Day - so I bedecked my ass with a "Rub for Luck" patch. Because I'm classy like that.
Our other piece of flair was fake tattoos. Do we look hardcore or what?
Some of us are more hardcore than others.
Can you spot the real tattoo? Yeah, me neither.
After skiing, we hit up JJ's tavern for some Moe Dixon lovin'. If you're at Copper and Moe Dixon is playing, you MUST see him.
After Theresa belted an Irish tune onstage...
Moe bought her a shot-ski. The cousins also took a shot-ski, but it was not caught on film. We're elusive like that.
Good music. Good beer. Good dancing (as good as dancing in ski boots can be). Good times.
Tuesday:
It was a beautiful day. Sunny skies, good snow.
Wednesday:
Some of us took a much-needed rest day. My legs still felt strong, but I knew that if I didn't take a day off from skiing, there was no way I'd get a decent run in. So in lieu of skiing, I took Becca (who is learning how to run) out for a run around the lake behind the condo. The weather was GORGEOUS.
The path was almost plowed. The hills? Well, they were there.
I squeaked out 4.5 hilly miles at altitude. Hardcore!
The "sisters" chilled out in our matching sisters pants and our nearly-matching sisters hats...
And we spent the rest of the evening relaxing...drinking margaritas and chillin' like villains.
Thursday:
Back to Keystone. This was my best skiing of the trip. I finally felt comfortable. I skied with more speed. I executed turns with precision. But I could feel myself holding back. I heard the marathon calling my name and didn't want to blow it.
Andy decided to try and learn how to snowboard this year. He took one hell of a fall...and his goggles took a hit. Note to Andy: Invest in a helmet.
It started snowing after lunch.
There would have been mountains in the picture on Tuesday. White-out!
An obligatory group shot - Jill, Becca, Neil, Allison, Jessy. This picture makes me feel tall.
We needed liquid refreshments after a hard day on the mountain. Becca, Jessy, Andy, Chris aka "Dude", Allison, Jill. Nice hooks, boys.
Friday:
We decided to hit Keystone one last time. Because of the previous day's snow, Eric wanted to hit the powder in the Outback. A friend of mine that lives in Colorado met up with us. Unfortunately, my legs were shot. My brain would say Turn! Turn! and my legs would say "Shut the F'up! We're not listening!" It was some seriously sloppy skiing. True to form, I skied like a pansy. Which I HATE doing when skiing with friends for the first time. I hope I get a chance to redeem myself. At least Eric was there to kick some serious ass - and my friend had someone with madd skillz to ride with.
And now onto the obligatory scenery shots:
Dear Colorado,
I want you. I miss you. I need you.
Love, Allison
Sunday:
We all met up in Denver - some of us flew, some us drove, some of us live there. We headed to the restaurant where cousin Eric works and did a little carb loading before our trek into the mountains.
Monday:
We kicked off the week by skiing at Copper. I was glad we weren't going to one of my favorite places - I knew there would be some adjustment before I'd get my ski legs back. And holy hell, was I right. I SUCKED. Seriously. I felt like I was channeling my 13-year-old skiing self. My turns sucked. My skis were all over the place. I had no confidence. S.U.C.K. Yet I still managed to have fun.
The first day we skied was St. Patrick's Day - so I bedecked my ass with a "Rub for Luck" patch. Because I'm classy like that.
Our other piece of flair was fake tattoos. Do we look hardcore or what?
Some of us are more hardcore than others.
Can you spot the real tattoo? Yeah, me neither.
After skiing, we hit up JJ's tavern for some Moe Dixon lovin'. If you're at Copper and Moe Dixon is playing, you MUST see him.
After Theresa belted an Irish tune onstage...
Moe bought her a shot-ski. The cousins also took a shot-ski, but it was not caught on film. We're elusive like that.
Good music. Good beer. Good dancing (as good as dancing in ski boots can be). Good times.
Tuesday:
It was a beautiful day. Sunny skies, good snow.
Wednesday:
Some of us took a much-needed rest day. My legs still felt strong, but I knew that if I didn't take a day off from skiing, there was no way I'd get a decent run in. So in lieu of skiing, I took Becca (who is learning how to run) out for a run around the lake behind the condo. The weather was GORGEOUS.
The path was almost plowed. The hills? Well, they were there.
I squeaked out 4.5 hilly miles at altitude. Hardcore!
The "sisters" chilled out in our matching sisters pants and our nearly-matching sisters hats...
And we spent the rest of the evening relaxing...drinking margaritas and chillin' like villains.
Thursday:
Back to Keystone. This was my best skiing of the trip. I finally felt comfortable. I skied with more speed. I executed turns with precision. But I could feel myself holding back. I heard the marathon calling my name and didn't want to blow it.
Andy decided to try and learn how to snowboard this year. He took one hell of a fall...and his goggles took a hit. Note to Andy: Invest in a helmet.
It started snowing after lunch.
There would have been mountains in the picture on Tuesday. White-out!
An obligatory group shot - Jill, Becca, Neil, Allison, Jessy. This picture makes me feel tall.
We needed liquid refreshments after a hard day on the mountain. Becca, Jessy, Andy, Chris aka "Dude", Allison, Jill. Nice hooks, boys.
Friday:
We decided to hit Keystone one last time. Because of the previous day's snow, Eric wanted to hit the powder in the Outback. A friend of mine that lives in Colorado met up with us. Unfortunately, my legs were shot. My brain would say Turn! Turn! and my legs would say "Shut the F'up! We're not listening!" It was some seriously sloppy skiing. True to form, I skied like a pansy. Which I HATE doing when skiing with friends for the first time. I hope I get a chance to redeem myself. At least Eric was there to kick some serious ass - and my friend had someone with madd skillz to ride with.
And now onto the obligatory scenery shots:
Dear Colorado,
I want you. I miss you. I need you.
Love, Allison
Labels: Mountain Mama, My Family Rocks, Running, Skiing
3 Comments:
The thing about Colorado though, is that it is only beautiful during 4 seasons. All the other seasons, not worth it!
;-)
Thanks for great post. I lived vicariously through you for a few minutes.
I loved the photo recap! You have such a way with words. :) Some year we may have to go again. It looks like such fun!!
What great pictures! Thanks for sharing and glad you had a fun trip!
I know it's super early, but I'm so psyched about Nike...interested in maybe meeting at the expo? Might be kinda fun to wander around and chat, let me know!
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