Wednesday, April 9, 2008

It's Such a Perfect Day...

what's playing: "Perfect Day" by Lou Reed

When people dream of moving to Colorado, they often dream of the perfect ski day. You wake up to a 55 degree morning, and find that it snowed 6" in the mountains the night before. You leisurely put your snowboard and gear in the Jeep, drive up the sunny mountainside (no traffic), observe a giant herd of Big Horn Sheep along side the road, park right at the lift (empty lot, 'cause it's a Tuesday in Spring), go to the top of the mountain, and spend 6 hours carving powder in the warm Spring sun.

That's what I did yesterday.

Granted, it was a "mandatory hooky" due to repetitive stress issues in my right arm and shoulder: I was told "no computer" in no uncertain terms, so that pain in the arm and shoulder kind of sucks... but hey, skiing as medical treatment? Right on. I love this place!

I've never had a ski day like yesterday. It was warm enough that people were skiing in shirt sleeves, but not so warm that the 6" of power (!!!) was melting. That snow was fantastic. Also, there was NO ONE on the mountain. I'd go for twenty minutes at a time without seeing another person! Are you freaking kidding me?

I didn't know that it could be like that, and now that I do... I'm ruined.

Here are some pics I took with my camera phone:







4 comments:

La said...

oh sweet jesus.

a piece of me dies every time i read one of these posts about how incredible your colorado lifestyle is.

i hate you, dan beahm.

La Tete said...

oh sweet jesus.

a piece of me dies every time i read one of these posts about how incredible your colorado lifestyle is.

i hate you, dan beahm.

La Tete said...

whoa, that's weird that someone wrote the same thing I did at almost the same exact time i did. crazy! (you can delete that first post...not sure what happened, sorry)

The Invisible said...

I think it's funnier to leave it all... plus, it makes me look really popular with three whole comments!

ps Don't hate me 'cause I'm Colorado. I'm just pioneering the way for family Ward to climb in the wagon train and head on out.