This weekend we got socked with a top-notch storm that dumped 38-ish inches of powder on ski resorts around our shared ski condo. On Friday I took my awesome Icelantics to Breckenridge and me and The Boy had some great leg burning runs. Saturday we went to Keystone with some friends and spent most of the day skiing big bumps and trees. It was a warm bluebird day and I’m pretty sure there is nothing better than fresh powder and good friends. We did our first cat skiing trip and it was the best $5 I’ve ever spent to ski fresh tracks on my stupid fat powder skis with my incredible husband. It was one of those moments where you are just so thankful to be healthy, alive, and outdoors and I can’t believe that in 1.5 seasons I’ve become a strong enough skiier to ski expert bowls and bumps.
It was such an epic weekend that even a Bronco’s loss* can’t take the big grin off my face when I think of this weekend.
*Is “loss” even accurate with how badly they played last night?