Beautiful Day, part 2

When Mike took Sophie to the Keystone Snow Fort, Sabrina and I went off to ski. I'm not an expert skier like Bean (Bre is my snowboarder chick, and she couldn't go along with us bc she had classes to attend), nor do I aspire to be one. Although I love to go nice and straight and somewhat fast down a very easy bunny hill, I don't care for it when I actually have to try to control my skis. When that happens, the fun factor completely disappears for me. (And on the last run of the day – which also happened to be the steepest – I got to going SO FAST, I thought I was going to go airborne. After crashing down the mountain for what felt like 15 minutes of cartwheels, I opened my eyes to the bright sunshine, shocked that I was alive. The only thing that hurt me was my back, which got pelted with ice chunks when I started my own mini avalanche. A few moments later, Sabrina skied toward me and worriedly asked, "Mom, are you okay??!" I sat up and smiled, and she laughed and gave me the coolest compliment a teenager can give: "Mom, you are righteous!")

The next day, Sophie kept her promise to her dad and actually allowed he and Sabrina to teach her how to ski. They took her to a very small area to let her practice, and after only a couple of minor meltdowns, she got the hang of it and didn't want to stop. I, on the other hand, gave up after about an hour or so. Turns out my knee had taken quite a beating in the previous day's fall.

Here are some more photos from our trip…

I'm convinced that Colorado doesn't use roosters to wake up, but rather giant crows. This one was all the way across the parking lot on top of another condo, and I was wishing I'd had a slingshot each morning it decided to kaw-kaw-kaw-kadoodle-doo…

Why couldn't he be quiet like this guy, who was staring at him?

Here was Sophie, on Promise Day…

And here she was, a couple of days later!

One of our favorite places to eat is Bubba Gump's in Breckenridge…

Mike and I usually order the "Bucket of Boat Trash," but Sophie kept accidentally calling it the "Bucket of White Trash," which is why we don't let her place her own orders.

Outside of the restaurant there is a bench with a pair of Forrest Gump's shoes that you can put your feet into to take a picture. This year, however, there was only one shoe. We're thinking someone stole the other one.

When we're no
t eating out or walking in the village or skiing or sitting in the lodge, Sophie's favorite thing in the world to do is to swim in the outdoor heated pool when the temps are freezing. This is one of my favorite photos bc each night in the condo, when we were all worn out, we would pop in a dvd of The Office and eat popcorn. If you've ever watched The Office, you'll know exactly who Sophie looks like:

(Every time Dwight Schrute stares at the camera and smirks after saying "Assistant Regional Manager – same thing," I crack up.)

I also love this photo…

Sabrina scored some new goggles in a shop in Breckenridge. These suckers were expensive. Do you know how many Starbucks beverages I could have purchased for these things? Okay, not very many, but that's beside the point.

We also went snowmobiling on the Continental Divide while we were there. Once I got over the roar of the snowmobile and learned how not to be the slowest one of the group, it was a really neat experience. It's amazing how quiet it is at 12,500 feet. (That is, once Mike stops talking. For those of you who know Mike, you're laughing right now and nodding your head.)

Here we are with our instructor, Oz…

And here is Sophie, trying to decide whether or not to use the Port-o-Pines, as Oz called them, or wait until we got back home. 

It was a really nice spring break, and I thank you for stopping by to share it with me. My knee is still giving me troubles, but it's nothing a few hot cocoas won't take care of. And at least I got out of playing any bored games in the condo this year. (I'd rather have both of my knees blown out in a thunderous avalanche than to do that.)