A day on the slopes in Colorado starts with the alarm clock going off super early. You hurry to load up the car and get on the road. As you listen to great music and feel the sunrise, you take in the beautiful views of the Rocky Mountains. It’s hard to contain the excitement as you gear up to hit that first fresh powder run. You just know this will be the best day ever!
Who are we kidding? Everyone must get a case of “ski-amnesia” every time we go and forget what skiing in Colorado really looks like.
You think that you will walk up and wait just a few minutes before you take a glorious ride up the mountain. What really happens is from the second you walk in and every time you approach the bottom of a run, you dread the wait and if you are going to have to ride up with an awkward stranger again.
ON THE SLOPE
You start your descent. Carving back and forth, showing those moguls who is boss. Fact is within 5 seconds you or someone you are with takes a spill and poles, skis and goggles go flying through the air. As you peel yourself up, you immediately regret trying the harder run as you watch the Ski Patrol haul yet another skier down the mountain.
It’s finally lunchtime and you imagine eating that amazing chili in a bread bowl as you warm up your toes by the fire. You will warm up since you have to stand in line again for the soup that cost you $25 and there is nowhere to sit to eat it.
THE REAL SNOW BUNNY
You think you will see one this time; the magical creature known as the “snow bunny.” You know, the one with beautiful hair in braids and her lipstick matches her gear. Sorry, a real snow bunny is bundled up from head to toe and is on the mountain for the snow not for a photo shoot.
The sun is barely out and it’s only 15 degrees. There is no need for sunscreen. Well, we all know better. You soon realize such poor choices will leave you resembling a raccoon for days and then your face peels off.
THE DREADED DRIVE HOME
The day comes to an end and as you reflect on the great time you had, you suddenly feel like you got punched in the gut when you remember what the drive home on I-70 is really like. Hopefully you were smart and didn’t drink any liquids after 3:00.
When you wake up the next day, you can barely move because you are so sore and your face hurts. And then it happens. “Ski-amnesia” sets in and you tell all your friends at COListings how awesome skiing was and that you plan to go again next weekend because it really was the best day ever!