Beaver Creek and Vail
Our buddy was in town from Boston so we hit the road to ski Beaver Creek and Vail this weekend. We took the dogs.
This is Wally
Wally likes to be really close. He spent a lot of the drive with his head on my shoulder. Yes, I look tired. I’m saving that for another post
When Wally wasn’t snuggling with me, he was snuggling with his big brother. Tyke was not impressed.
One of the coolest things about living in Colorado and doing lots of skiing is that I’ve gotten so much better. At Beaver Creek I was able to do quite a few blacks, including two ungroomed blacks.
This is Ripsaw. It doesn’t look steep, but it is. Promise.
This made me a bit ambitious at Vail because we started off, without warming up, by hitting the back bowls. I’ve only skied one bowl before (see above). I only started skiing blacks. First run, I took a groomer. Second run, I followed our friend which was too hard and not fun. Third run, I went back to groomers. Fourth run, the guys asked that I come with them and I could have killed them: we ventured off into a bowl that had super thick, grabby, concrete snow that was so hard to ski. I didn’t cry, but I came close, squeaking out “This is not fun!” The boys agreed. The problem is, I’m competitive (shocking, right?), and it was frustrating that something was too hard for me, so for the rest of the day I tried to hit ungroomed runs or blacks to work on my form.
Looking happy. This was before they took me to the bowls.
We finished the weekend with some beer and brats at Euclid Hall and even with some recovery fuel, I am feeling that grabby snow today! The gym this morning was pretty close to pathetic. Whether it was squats or lunges (burnt from skiing), upper body (rocked from poling), or core (crushed from everything), there was a whole lot of shaking going on!