A lot of the ski areas in Colorado have been open for a couple of weeks -- a few since mid-October -- but we haven't been able to join our skiing brethren on the slopes. Well, that is, until this (past) weekend.
After dropping Chamberlain off at his home away from home and picking Chloe up from school, we began our 2 hour, weekend-away drive to Breckenridge, CO. Nestled in the Rockies West of the Continental Divide,"Breck" sits at about 9,600 feet and averages about 300 inches of snow a year. We got to our hotel around 5:30p, dropped off our boots and skis at the on-site valet, and made our way to our room. We unpacked and chilaxed, then walked to town to get some dinner. We would have loved to explore town more, but it was getting late, and cold, and we had a healthy dose of skiing ahead of us so we called it a night.
Peggy and I awoke to whispers of "Is it time to go skiing yet?" at 7:00a Saturday morning. To Chloe's mild disappointment, there was still another 2 hours until the lifts started running. What made matters worse, at least in the short-term, was that she could see a lift, because it was only 100 yards from our hotel. That proximity, though, was nice later on when it was actually time to don our gear and walk over to the lift to get on.
Shortly after 9:00a, after retrieving and putting on our ski gear, making our way over to the lift, and getting an updated trail status map, we got on the Quicksilver lift to kick off our 2009-10 ski season. Peggy and I were curious during the first run to see how much Chloe retained from last season, her first on skis. And to our surprise and joy, it appeared as if she pretty continued where she left off. We spent the first couple of runs on the greens just to get a feel for things again, and then, on Chloe's prodding, made our way to some blue (intermediate) runs. Though being open several weeks, Breck was only at about 20% of capacity, in terms of trails being open. Lucky for us, those that were were mostly beginner and intermediate, with a few advance intermediate ones sprinkled in.
Later in the morning, as some snow flurries were coming down, we began to hear some loud, thundering booms. I thought it was thundersnow happening somewhere in the nearby mountains, but came to learn from a lift operator that it was explosives being set off to initiate avalanches in the back bowls.
After a timely lunch break -- both in terms of hunger and warmth -- we began exploring trails on another peak. By this time, thankfully, the skies began to clear some and we were able to get some glimpses of the peaks of the Continental Divide to the East. It was shortly after this time that Chloe's legs started getting tired (and/or her brain remembered that there was a pool and hot tub at the hotel), so she and Peggy went back to the hotel, and I stayed out for about another hour and an half.
Saturday night was another night in town at a restaurant, as coincidence would have it, I ate at back in June 2007 while out here to do the Ride the Rockies bike ride. (A little tip: if you ever eat at the Salt Creek Steak House, try the Elk London Broil... it's de-lish!).
A snow storm visited the area on Sunday, and so our skiing this morning was similar to Saturday's start: cold, with blowing snow. But unlike Saturday, the skies showed no chance of clearing. We got to explore Peak 7 and Chloe had her first experience using poles, but even those fun experiences couldn't ward off the effects of the cold. Around 11:00a, we made our way to a restaurant at the base of Peak 8, where Peggy and Chloe stayed to warm up. I left in order to make my way back to the hotel to get the car and our belongings. Because there was no skier drop-off at this base, they had to take the gondola into town, where I met them.
The snow was still coming down pretty hard, and we had heard horror stories about traffic in the mountains on Sunday afternoons during ski season, so instead of doing a sit down lunch at a local restaurant, we decided it was best to eat on the go and begin heading East sooner rather than later. As we got on the Interstate, we realized that was a good call, as traffic was light but largely staying in one semi-cleared lane as we approached the Divide.
Three hours and a lot of windshield cleaner later, we were back in sunny-and-40-degrees Boulder, looking forward to our next skiing excursion (which is in less than 2 weeks!)
(Pictures, top to bottom: the view East as the weather cleared on Saturday; mid-hill view of the town of Breckenridge; view from the top of the Beaver Run chair [elev. about 11,300 ft.] and Torreys and Grays peaks in the background; Chloe wondering why she's not in the hot tub yet; the Après Ski Girls.)