After the crap way our trip started…things have gotten substantially better. I was not too optimistic, however, when I was seated next to a guy on the plane that loved to talk. Not only that, he was a low talker. So I couldn’t understand what he was saying and basically had to assume that he was saying something funny therefore I laughed every time that he paused as not to make him feel bad. I really hope that he wasn’t telling me of the awful death that his 3rd cousin twice removed had to endure and there I am in seat 19E laughing it up because I think he is telling me a funny story. Anyway, as we are landing he tells us of a little promotion that Beaver Creek and Vail are putting on that if you fly into Vail airport you get a free half day lift ticket the day you fly in. Not only do we get to ski free…but as we land there is bright sunshine and about 30 degrees. Our trip was back on track.
After a cab ride from Cowboy Bob (that is how he introduced himself…pretty sure he was a 1970's porn star complete with a mustache) we met up with Racecar at the condo and suited up. Daddo and I saved $77 each because of our free pass and Racecar had to pay. We got out ski legs back under us and had a great half day of skiing.
Uncle Tommy showed up and completed the foursome. Day 2 started out early and for some went well into the wee hours of the afternoon (like 1pm). To their credit…they skied incredibly hard and a certain boy named Racecar did his first Double D. Oh yeah. The weather was unbelievable…it was in the low 40’s and sunny. It had snowed about 3-4 inches the night before and left us with some great light powder skiing. Racecar and I opened it up with an easy green to a black diamond and then onto the Double D. A good way to wake you up. One thing that I love about Beaver Creek so far is the fact that Vail is the big mountain that most people flock to leaving Beaver Creek with wide open runs.
Tommy did not disappoint. He broke out the backwards skiing (surprisingly peach schnapps were not involved) and was sporting the George Costansa puffy green jacket. After a marathon of a drive the day before from Dallas to Beaver Creek…he was impressive on the hill.
Overall an incredible first full day on the slopes. We got some great pictures, had the most expensive hamburger I have ever eaten ($15/hamburger), had some great snow to ski on and above all…didn’t die. If that isn’t success I don’t know what is. Please to enjoy a sampling of the pictures:
