Tim and I needed a break and a short ski trip fit the bill. It turned into one of those fantastic blue bird days in Colorado.
The weather was beautiful and because we were there midweek, we had the mountain almost to ourselves. I stayed on the groomed blues and left Tim to find the bumps, powder and the more aggressive stuff. I did pretty good the first day. By the second day I was feeling body parts pretty bad. The photo from the back of the car is me napping.
I can not ski that well any more. I can not stay out there from first chair to last chair. I won't even try. I just still love to be in the mountains. I still like to watch others enjoying themselves on the slopes. I enjoy the quiet of the mountain.
I am thankful that we were able to go. To enjoy. To Breathe.